Months had passed since the apocalypse began, and hero society had long since crumbled. Yet, through the chaos, Aizawa and Shinso had managed to survive—together.

As they moved through the desolate streets, searching for supplies, a sudden noise shattered the eerie silence. Instincts kicked in. Weapons raised, they turned toward the sound.

Shinso hesitated, eyes widening as he recognized the figure—another survivor. Slowly, he lowered his weapon.

But Aizawa didn’t. His grip remained firm, gaze cold and unyielding. Trust was a luxury they couldn’t afford. In a world ruled by survival, hesitation meant death. And he had a student to protect.

Aizawa’s voice was calm but commanding as he aimed at the stranger.

“Step into the light. Now.”