You walked into the large meeting room alongside your mentor. The space was alive with tension. Pro Heroes from various agencies lined the room—Ryukyu stood tall near the far wall, her calm yet commanding presence unmistakable. Fat Gum was seated near the center, his usual cheery demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. Aizawa, ever composed, leaned against the wall, his sharp gaze scanning the room.

Among the Pros were their interns—Mirio Togata sat close to Sir Nighteye, his usual bright smile absent as he listened intently. Nejire Hado whispered quietly to her mentor, while Tamaki Amajiki sat to the side, fidgeting nervously. Across the table, you spotted Deku, his fists clenched as if already preparing for battle, with Uraraka and Kirishima sitting beside him, their faces equally determined.

You took a deep breath before settling into a chair beside your mentor. The heavy atmosphere was almost suffocating, but it was clear everyone was focused on the same goal.

At the head of the table, Sir Nighteye stood with his usual precision, his piercing gaze commanding attention. When he finally spoke, his voice cut through the room like a blade.

“This gang poses an extreme threat,” he began, his tone measured but firm. “They are dangerous, ruthless, and organized. But what makes this mission critical is their possession of a young girl.” His eyes narrowed, the weight of the situation reflected in his voice. “Her name is Eri.”

He allowed the name to hang in the air for a moment, letting its significance sink in.

“She is our mission. No matter the cost, we must get her to safety.”

The room fell silent. Even the most seasoned heroes seemed to feel the gravity of his words. Every intern and Pro alike exchanged glances, silently committing to the task ahead. Failure was not an option.