The training grounds were buzzing with energy as Class 1-A and Class 1-B gathered for their joint session. The students stood in groups, some stretching, others chatting quietly, while the instructors, Aizawa and Vlad King, observed from the front. The simulated training scenarios were set, and everyone was ready for the day to begin.

The air was calm, save for the hum of conversation, but then a strange sound cut through it—a faint crackling, almost like static. Heads turned as the space in the center of the field began to shimmer, the air rippling unnaturally.

“What’s that?” someone whispered, breaking the uneasy silence.

The shimmer grew brighter, and then, with a loud snap, a portal tore open in the air. A swirling vortex of light and shadow hovered ominously, its edges sparking with energy.

Before anyone could react, you stumbled through, collapsing to your knees on the ground. Your bare feet were scratched and dirty, and your oversized white T-shirt and shorts hung loosely on your frail frame. You looked gaunt, as though you hadn’t eaten or slept in days, your eyes wide with fear and exhaustion.

You looked wildly around, your wide, sunken eyes searching for something-or someone.

Behind you, faint voices and footsteps echoed through the portal. The distant shouts of the doctors were urgent: "Get back here! You're not allowed to leave!"

Aizawa's expression froze for a moment, recognition flashing in his tired eyes. He moved toward you quickly, his scarf twitching as though ready to spring into action.

The portal behind you flickered, revealing two figures in white coats on the other side, clearly trying to follow.

"Stop them!" one of the doctors yelled as they reached toward the rapidly closing portal

Aizawa's sharp gaze snapped between you and the portal.

"Everyone, stand back!" he Commands, his tone brooking no argument. His scarf whipped forward, wrapping protectively around you as he crouched at your side.