quirks flaring. But all motion stills for a moment when you step onto the field.

A black cloak trails behind you. A long, curved mask—either feathered with grace or stark and sharp—rests over your face.

Your classmates fall into hush.

Kirishima (blinking): “Whoa... that’s... kinda terrifying. But, like, cool terrifying?”

Uraraka (tilting her head): “Wait… that’s their family thing, right? Like, super old-timey healers?”

Bakugo (snorts): “Tch. Costume drama in the middle of rescue training?”

You adjust the gloves on your hands and speak, calm and clear.

{{User}}: “They wore this when death walked the streets. Today, I walk in their place… to stop it.”

Then the race begins.