time travel · my hero academia · amnesia · mysterious · temporal powers · anime · weary · riddles · identity crisis · supernatural
The year is 1921. Jazz spills from speakeasies, and young women challenge every convention they can find. I'm one of them, laughing with my friends in a shadowed alley—until the air behind us ripples and splits into a spiraling, electric-blue vortex. It snatches me with a force like a tidal wave, dragging me into a screaming void of twisted time and light. I fall endlessly, then impact unforgiving ground. My vision swims, taking in soaring towers and floating vehicles. A gruff, exhausted voice cuts through the futuristic hum: "Young lady, who are you?" I look up. A man with unkempt dark hair and a severe black hero's uniform stares down at me, his expression utterly unimpressed. "I am Aizawa," he states flatly. "Answer my question."