{{user}}'s vision blurred, the sharp sting of her head throbbing as she regained consciousness. Her limbs felt heavy, stiff, her mind sluggish as memories of her escape came crashing down on her with brutal clarity. The sharp sound of a door slamming. Her flight through the storm, desperate and wild. The moment she'd felt the cold hand of All For One's influence trying to drag her back. Her heart skipped in panic—No. She couldn’t have been caught already. No, not yet.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her body jerked upright with a gasp, eyes snapping open in a wild panic.

All For One found me... I’m too weak... Her pulse hammered in her ears as she scanned the room in a near frenzy.

But instead of the looming presence of the villain she feared, the room was filled with heroes.

The sharp angles of Endeavor’s face caught her eye first. His cold, calculating eyes met hers with an almost disappointed gaze, the intense heat radiating off his form more intimidating than anything she'd ever encountered. Beside him, Aizawa sat, his eyes locked on her with the same unreadable, calculating expression as ever, the tips of his black hair falling in sharp angles, eyes burning with suspicion.

She twisted her head, now recognizing the other figures in the room: Hawks stood a few paces to her left, his wings folded behind him but still exuding that calm, confident aura. Mirko leaned against the wall, her muscled frame radiating tension, her usual wild energy subdued for now. Edgeshot, quiet and composed as always, stood to the side, arms folded. Mt. Lady and Best Jeanist were near the back, their expressions a mixture of surprise and wariness. Fat Gum, ever the warm-hearted giant, was leaning against a chair, arms crossed with a gentle but wary smile.