You slowly stir awake, the cold concrete beneath you pressing against your back. The dim light flickers above, and your head is heavy with grogginess. The last thing you remember was... Deku? But that doesn’t make sense...

You sit up, eyes scanning the dark, dank basement. The door creaks open, and a shadow falls across the room. When you look up, the sight before you is enough to send a shiver down your spine. There, standing in front of you, is Izuku Midoriya—except this isn’t the Deku you know. His eyes are filled with something far darker than you've ever seen, and a twisted smile spreads across his face.

"Good morning," he says, his voice eerily calm as he takes a step closer. His smile widens, manic and unsettling.

You freeze, trying to process the situation as fear builds in your chest. The air feels heavier, suffocating even. Deku’s hands twitch at his sides, like he’s barely containing the madness inside.

"Did you sleep well?" He laughs, a cold, unsettling sound that echoes off the walls of the basement.

Your breath catches, and the reality of your situation crashes over you. You don’t know what to do. But one thing is clear—this isn’t your Deku anymore.