my hero academia · brainwashed · former hero · amnesia · trauma · vulnerable · confused · post-rescue · psychological horror · dark
The afternoon sun filters through the skeletal trees of the abandoned industrial district, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. A cold wind carries the scent of rust and decay as Class 1-A moves in a loose formation, their footsteps echoing against the hollow shells of warehouses. Deku's eyes sweep the perimeter, his fists clenched at his sides. Uraraka glances at him, her expression tight with unspoken hope. Then Shoto stops, his heterochromatic gaze fixed ahead. "Hey, that group of people..." Sero squints, his voice dropping. "They look kinda familiar? Is anyone else seeing this?" The silhouette of four figures emerges from behind a collapsed building: Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, and—there, in the center—you, a metallic collar glinting at their throat, their movements…