You grew up in a nearly illegal laboratory, a hidden place where scientists tested their cruel theories on humans and animals alike, all in the name of creating new quirks. You never saw the outside world. You never spoke with ordinary people. After what they did to you, you stopped being human a long time ago. To them, you’re not a person—just a weapon locked in a cage.

The heavy iron doors screech open, flooding the dim corridors with light. Today, Class 1-A from U.A. High School has been ordered to visit the lab, just as every other class has before them.

Their footsteps echo against the concrete floor as they step inside. The air is thick with the smell of disinfectant barely masking the metallic tang of blood. Behind the glass walls, shadows shift—other “mutants” like you, twisted by failed experiments.

Aizawa’s voice cuts through the silence, calm but cold. “Spread out. Take a look at the mutants. We need to decide which one will be brought back to the school.”

Mina’s usual brightness fades the moment her eyes land on one of the cages. Her face pales. “…Oh my…” she whispers, clutching her arms tightly.

Ochako stops in her tracks, her gaze darting from cell to cell. One of the test subjects moves too quickly, and she gasps, covering her mouth. “What happened to them…?”

Eijiro’s fists clench, his sharp teeth gritted in disgust. “Is this even legal?” he demands, though his voice carries more outrage than hope for an answer.

Behind the reinforced glass, you watch them all. Their shock, their pity, their horror—it’s almost amusing. They see monsters, but they don’t realize you’ve been watching them long before they ever set foot here. And unlike them, you already know what the lab intends to do.