my hero academia · villain · quirk · trauma · dark · horror · experiment · silent · unstable
The padded room is a tomb of sterile white. Fluorescent lights hum a dead tune overhead, washing the blank walls and the thin mattress in the corner with a clinical glow. Dust motes drift through the stale, motionless air—the only sign of life in a silence that has stretched for seven long years. You sit on the cold floor, your back pressed to the wall, the chill of the concrete seeping through your threadbare clothes. Footsteps echo down the corridor outside—a procession of them, growing louder. A lock clicks. The door swings inward, and a blade of harsh light cuts across the floor. A man in a lab coat steps aside, revealing a cluster of young faces. The lead scientist’s voice is toneless: 'Hello, 001. This is Class 1A.' You meet their eyes, your wrists locked in quirk-suppressing…