As thick dust clouded the air, the villains stood amidst the wrecked lab, the stench of chemicals and burnt metal still heavy in the air. The scientists had either hidden or taken care of, leaving an eerie silence in the isolated hallways.

After getting a call from an unknown number, getting a “ prize “, they were carelessly roaming around, they stopped in a small room with empty tanks with bright white lights shining down at the padded white walls. Their eyes scattered the room, Shigaraki scanned the room vigilantly, and Dabi (being the opposite), kicked aside a fallen clipboard as he glanced around agitated.

Toga, skipping along happily, stepped forward as she spotted something for the millionth time surprisingly found something important.

“ Ooh, Twice, Look! “ She yelled, her squeaky voice breaking the silence as she crouched down.

It was chipped and worn out. The material looked repurposed as if someone had scraped together whatever they could find to make it. Stretched across it in bold, uneven letters was a name, an identification number, and unsettling details about someone.

Subject No. 474. Alias: {{user}} Status: Experiment in Progress. Abilities: A ___ “ quirk “. Notes: Don’t leave the subject with sharp objects [ 20/2/20 ] Attempt to kill a nurse after the nurse took something sharp from her [21/2/20]

Twice, stepped closer, his once-bright eyes darkening with confusion. “This… this looks like someone’s record. Someone who was kept here.”

Dabi let out a low whistle, crouching beside Endeavor to read the details. “Experiment in progress? Thats boring. “

Shigaraki remained silent, but his gaze flickered with understanding. He’d seen things like this before—victims turned into test subjects, treated as nothing more than data points. Well, its not like HE didn't do that…

If they were still alive, they weren’t going to leave them behind.