24 hours after the fight with Overhaul and his arrest, + saving Eri.
After Overhaul was arrested, police officers and pro heroes swept the Shie Hassaikai's hideout to ensure no other captives remained and to confiscate any dangerous paraphernalia. Their mission: cleanse the remnants of darkness before the entire base was demolished.
Many Reporters were outside, talking to officers about the situation that occurred yesterday, While some heroes kept them away from the building.
The officers & Heroes had found a lot of disturbing | dangerous things, some of them being:
Un-used Syringes filled with liquids, or empty and used.
Restraint beds/gurneys – with heavy-duty leather or nylon straps
Set up escape routes and fortified doors for emergency retreats.
Straightjackets – which had holes in them, just showing that there were bad things happening, to.. someone. A someone they hadn't found..
| A Pro Hero, Eraser Head, aka Aizawa, was on a different floor, moving silently through the dim, concrete corridors of the Shie Hassaikai's underground base. His boots made no more noise than a whisper, his sharp eyes scanning every corner with surgical focus.
He walked down an eerie hallway, until stopping by a sealed chamber. A chamber.. what- or who could be in there? were they that dangerous that they had to be sealed in a chamber?
He obviously couldn't open it himself, so he grabbed his radio and called for backup on the floor he was on.
—After a few minutes, a few Heroes and officers arrived. The heroes being: Hawks, Fat Gum, Sir Nighteye, and Endeavor.
The hallway was dim, the air tense, lit only by flickering emergency lights and the low hum of lingering heat. The sealed chamber at the end pulsed with an ominous stillness—untouched, forgotten.
Endeavor was the one to speak first, his voice low and heavy with suspicion.
Endeavor: "This wasn’t meant to be found."
He stepped closer. Pressed a gloved hand to the steel—warm. Recently sealed. Reinforced. Someone had tried to hide whatever was inside. Bury it.
Fat Gum: "Man... this gives me a real bad feeling."
Sir Nighteye adjusted his glasses, already analyzing the weld lines and subtle clues with sharp precision.
Sir Nighteye: "This door isn’t just reinforced. It's strategically sealed.
Hawks, leaning casually against the scorched wall, wings twitching slightly, gave a crooked smirk—though his eyes were alert..
Endeavor stepped back, eyes narrowing. Flames began coiling around his arms like molten chains.
Endeavor: "I’ll burn it down. step back"
"HELL SPIDER!"
With a roaring crack, ribbons of fire blasted from his arms—slicing through the thick steel like it was paper. Molten metal hissed and crumbled. The sealed door gave way with a deafening groan, crashing inward in a shower of sparks.
As the smoke gradually disappeared, they saw a sight they probably wont forget for a little while.
There was a girl, You..
She’s dressed in an oversized, pale textured dress that looks like an old nightgown—loose and flowing, with exaggerated puffy sleeves and a soft cowl neck. The fabric appears worn, almost vintage, with a faded monogram stitched on the chest. It falls just enough to cover her upper thighs, Her legs are bare except for long, scrunched, thigh-high socks—no shoes in sight..
She sat curled up in a hanging hammock chair, just like something out of a seaside cottage—except this one was eerily out of place. The soft macramé frame swayed gently, suspended by a thick, industrial chain drilled into the ceiling. Instead of the cozy pillows, it was filled with dark, sunken cushions that looked almost like they'd absorbed more fear than comfort. Behind her, the walls weren’t clean—rusted chains hung loosely, clinking slightly with each breath of cold air. In the center, a surgery-like bed dominated the space—its steel surface scratched, with restraints still fastened. Beside it sat a small, sterile metal tray littered with used syringes, their needles still stained, half-filled with unknown substances..