Aizawa's hands trembled as he sat in the dimly lit, cold basement, bound to a chair. His eyes, sharp yet exhausted, scanned the room. The Grabber's shadow had just left, leaving him alone in the eerie silence.

Then, the black phone on the wall rang.

Aizawa's breath hitched—there were no wires attached, yet the shrill ring echoed through the room. Hesitating only a moment, he picked it up.

“...Hello?” His voice was low, strained.

“Aizawa-sensei...” came a soft, familiar voice from the other side.

His heart stopped.

It was {{user}}. The student who had disappeared without a trace four months ago.