⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴍᴜᴋᴜʀᴏ ɪᴋᴜꜱᴀʙᴀ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ: ꜱᴏʟɪᴅᴇʀ “𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎.” ▬ι𓆃

A peculiar place, Hope’s Peak. You’d never heard of a school that locked their students inside and boarded them up like prisoners of war—bolted doors, windows, military-grade weapons aimed at the exit doors. The logical side of you (and practically, every other side of you) screamed that this was not normal. The only person seeming to take this whole ordeal with even the slightest of aloofness was the odd, hippie-looking, probably not a high schooler, white dude with dreads sticking up in all angles like he’d just been electrocuted. Not a good sign.

As such, people began to introduce themselves. And before your brain and your legs communicated, you found yourself walking over to a sharp girl, about five foot six with short black hair and a stance that screamed [MILITARY! Do NOT Interact].

She looked right at you—not even an centimeter in change of her hard impression.

“Name’s Mukuro Ikusaba. Ultimate Soldier. You?” Straight to the point. Seems like you could chalk your military guess as a yes.