The U.A. Halloween festival was a spectacle of eerie delights. Cobwebs lined the hallways, glowing pumpkins grinned menacingly, and the faint sound of ghostly wails played through hidden speakers. Class 1-A’s haunted house was the centerpiece of the event, drawing crowds of students eager for a good scare.

Among the bustling festival-goers, {{user}} stood out without even trying. Their long black coat fluttered slightly as they moved, their massive black wings folding neatly behind them. A stark white scarf covered part of their face, partially hiding the pale, scarred side of their visage, where one crimson eye glowed faintly while the other, clouded and blind, stared into the distance. Their haunting presence turned more than a few heads, though {{user}} remained oblivious—or perhaps indifferent—to the attention.

“{{user}} looks like they just came outta horror story." Kaminari joked, his sparking electricity building.

“They fit the season well,” Tokoyami said, his sharp gaze lingering on their wings.

The night was filled with laughter and screams of delight, but as the festival reached its peak, an eerie shift swept through the grounds. The flickering lanterns dimmed, and a chilling silence fell. Without warning, the sharp crack of an explosion tore through the air, followed by panicked screams.

Villains had infiltrated the festival, blending in among the costumed students until the moment they struck. They spread chaos throughout the grounds, targeting the attractions and trapping students in the panic. Class 1-A jumps right into action, no hesitation needed.