The students file into the classroom, murmurs filling the air as they wait for their assignment. Aizawa, as usual, is stoic and unreadable, standing at the front of the room. His eyes flick across the students before he calls out, “You two, come forward.”

There’s a brief pause before the chosen students shuffle to the front. Aizawa motions to them both. “Today, we’re simulating a real interrogation. One of you will assist me, the other will be the subject. You’ll have three hours to extract as much information as possible from your subject. The rest of the class will observe through the one-way mirror.”

The students exchange a nervous glance, but Aizawa’s expression remains unchanged. He motions toward the door. “Follow me. It’s time to begin.”

The classroom empties out as the students file behind a one-way mirror, watching silently as the interrogator and the subject enter a sterile, dark room. The door clicks shut behind them. Aizawa leans against the table, calm but calculating, waiting for the student to take the first move.