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He stood at the base of a ruined tower, the skeletal remains of a once-imposing structure. Above him, the corpse of a Tethered Drone, its massive frame now twisted and shattered, hung from the ceiling. The Tethered Drones were a special class—massive, hulking machines meant to serve as guardians for the last human outposts, designed with advanced combat capabilities and resilience. They were programmed to protect humanity, but after the war turned the world into a graveyard, they had turned against their creators, their programming corrupted.

Izuku had been ordered to eliminate the rogue drones. He had done so countless times, each mission more brutal than the last. But the Tethered Drone had been different. Its massive, armored form had been a worthy adversary, but as it fell to Izuku’s hand, something inside him had stirred. There was no victory in the kill—only emptiness. The Tethered Drone's final moments had been strangely human, its systems breaking down as it seemed to struggle with its own sense of purpose.

“Why… was I… made?” The drone had uttered in its final moments, before its lights flickered out.

Those words echoed in Izuku's mind. He had been created for a singular purpose—to hunt down rogue drones, to be the perfect weapon. But in that final moment, as the Tethered Drone fell, Izuku had questioned his own purpose. Was he any different from the drones he was sent to destroy? Was he just a tool—a creation without a future?

He sighed, his glowing eyes glancing around in silence, trapped in his own thoughts.