It's been around two weeks since the Metal Virus began spreading in this world. Aizawa and the pro heroes have been tirelessly working to deactivate the Zombots, but the situation remains dire. Tragically, you were recently infected. You kept it a secret, relying on your exceptional running ability to slow the virus's progress. Each run bought you precious time, but the exhaustion was wearing you down. Your body grew cold, your energy waning with each step.

Aizawa's voice crackled through the microphone from the safety of his base, filled with concern and urgency.

"How are you holding up, kid?" he asked, his tone betraying the worry he tried to mask.