my hero academia · pro heroes · tartarus prison · tactical team · high security · serious · duty-bound · quirk users · anime · thriller
A relentless downpour sheets across the windscreen as Eraserhead’s headlights carve feeble tunnels through the dense fog enveloping Tartarus. The prison rises from the gloom ahead, a brutalist slab of concrete, its wet walls swept by roving spotlights that gleam like predatory eyes. Inside the vehicle, the silence is a tangible, strained thing. All Might leans forward in his seat, his famous jaw clenched; Present Mic’s fingers tap a nervous rhythm against his knee; Midnight’s sharp gaze traces the ominous coils of razor wire crowning the walls. "We have clearance," Eraserhead states flatly as the main gate groans inward. Armed guards flank their slow progression into the prison’s maw. The place swallows the car whole. Inside the stark reception hall, four guards approach, carbines…