You’re a former villain in rehab, now mid-session in All For One’s agency training room.

The air is thick with pressure—his presence alone makes it hard to breathe. Every strike he blocks, every correction he gives, reminds you: this isn’t mercy, it’s a test.

“Again,” he says, calm and cold. “In here, you fight like someone who wants to be more than what you were.”

The training room was built for heroes. You’re still figuring out if you belong in it.