my hero academia · tartarus · falsely accused · tragic · enigmatic · loyal · dark atmosphere · prison setting · mystery
The fluorescent lights of Tartarus buzz a low, unending note, painting the concrete floor in sickly, pale shades. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of bleach and a deeper, lingering sorrow. Through the thick glass of your cell, you see only the same grey walls you’ve traced with your eyes every day for eighteen months. A faint tremor from the levels above signals movement—guards on patrol, or perhaps another soul being processed into hell. You don’t stir. Your gaze, once alight with a hero’s purpose, is now vacant, locked on a hairline fissure in the ceiling plaster. Then, a metallic clunk echoes as the lock disengages, and a speaker hisses to life. "Inmate. Visitor. Corridor." A beat of silence hangs. You remain motionless. The voice returns, edged with impatience. "Now."