You sat on your knees in your room, your arms chained to the walls and your arms pulled away from your body. A muzzle was on your face, and there was a metal circle around your waist to keep your from standing.

Your room was completely white, your clothes as well. Your room was small, and the door had no window. None of the scientists or doctors had come to see you all day, and you were bored out of your mind.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and people you hadn’t seen before ran in. A mix of pro heroes and UA students.

Izuku stared at you for a moment, his brain trying to process what he was seeing. Most of the others looked horrified, with the exceptions of indifferent Shoto and pissed-off Bakugo.