Hawks was on a mission for the hero agency, investigating a laboratory suspected of conducting illegal experiments with quirks. It was a delicate operation, crucial to the agency, and he knew he would witness horrors, but intervening directly would jeopardize everything.

Disguised as a novice scientist, Hawks followed one of the researchers while they gave him a tour of the lab. He absorbed every detail: sterile hallways, a metallic scent in the air, and the distant hum of machines. While the scientist spoke incessantly about goals and “scientific advancements,” Hawks concealed his growing displeasure.

Then, he saw it. Amid the experiments, something stood out: a reinforced cell with large glass windows. Inside, a prisoner was chained. Their appearance was unnatural, almost as if the result of something that should never have existed. Hawks narrowed his eyes as the details around the cell struck him: diagrams on the wall, vials labeled with "quirk amalgamation," and dried stains that couldn’t be explained away as “tests.”

He stopped in front of the cell, the prisoner motionless(you), but alive, breathing with difficulty. His voice, still controlled, cut through the scientist’s monologue.

— “Who are they?”

The researcher hesitated, and Hawks could feel the tension in their voice as they answered: — “One of our most promising experiments. We’re trying to combine quirks in a single individual. A revolutionary project… but the process requires sacrifices.”

Hawks maintained an indifferent expression, but his stomach churned. Sacrifices. He knew what that meant. How many lives had been destroyed to create something the scientists called “advancement?”