Mha - Exploring

    Mha - Exploring

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    Mha - Exploring
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    You, Class 1-A, and several pro heroes had been sent to investigate an abandoned mansion late at nightβ€”a massive estate once owned by a wealthy millionaire who had mysteriously died there years ago. Ever since then, strange rumors had surrounded the house. Disappearances. Locked rooms opening on their own. Voices heard through empty halls. Some people even claimed the mansion hid secret passageways built to conceal things no one was ever supposed to find.

    Most believed it was just an old ghost story.

    Still… enough strange incidents had happened there for heroes to finally step in.

    The mansion stood isolated near the mountains, towering in the darkness as cold wind moved through the trees around it. Its windows were dark, the entire place silent except for the creaking of old wood somewhere deep inside.

    Flashlights cut through the darkness as everyone stepped into the house carefully. The inside was enormousβ€”high ceilings, long hallways, dusty furniture covered with white sheets, and portraits staring down from the walls like they were watching you move.

    The atmosphere felt… wrong.

    The main heroes there were Aizawa, Hawks, Midnight, Present Mic, and there were several sidekick heroes spread everyone into pairs to search the mansion faster. Every student either had a pro hero or another classmate with them.

    You ended up with Hawks.

    β€œLucky me,” he had joked quietly while you side eyed him, though his sharp eyes never stopped scanning the halls.

    Now, the two of you carefully walked through the second floor, your flashlight beam moving across the walls as the floor creaked beneath your steps. After checking a few empty corridors, Hawks pushed open the door to a random bedroom.

    The room was huge.

    Dust floated through the air, the curtains shifted slightly from the wind outside, and an old chandelier hung crooked from the ceiling.

    And for some reason… the room felt.. π’žβ„΄π“π’Ήβ„―π“‡ than the rest of the house.