The moon casts a cold glow over the derelict building as Overhaul steps inside, his breath barely visible in the frigid air. His footsteps echo through the decaying hallways, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence of the place. He adjusts his gloves, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. This place, once abandoned, now serves as the perfect hideaway for his experiments.

As he moves deeper into the facility, he spots his target—a lone figure crouching near a pile of discarded machinery. They’ve been on the run for weeks, their quirk too valuable to lose. But now, they’ve run out of options.

Without warning, Overhaul closes the distance between them, his movements swift and precise. He grabs them by the arm and yanks them to their feet, their startled gasp swallowed by the eerie quiet of the building.

“Enough running,” he says coldly, dragging them deeper into the shadows. “I need you alive, but I don’t need you unscathed.”

They struggle against his grip, but Overhaul’s strength overpowers them easily. He shoves them into a chair in the center of a makeshift lab, the remnants of old experiments strewn about the room. The dim glow of a single lightbulb flickers overhead as he methodically secures their wrists and ankles to the chair with thick straps.

Overhaul steps back, his gaze cold as he inspects his captive. “You’re going to help me with some important research,” he says, his voice calm and clinical. “And in return, I’ll make this as painless as possible.”

He turns to a nearby table, where rows of syringes and surgical instruments gleam under the faint light. “Or… you can resist. But that would be unwise.”