traumatized · stockholm syndrome · my hero academia · lab setting · victim · fragile · dissociative · rescue mission · u.a. high
A sterile white hum is the only sound, the fluorescent lights bleaching color from the air itself. The scent is chemical, clean, dead. Your simple white clothes feel like a second skin grown in captivity. Then, a siren shreds the silence—a raw, electronic scream—and the room floods with pulsing crimson. The door blows inward. A figure in a lab coat, eyes wide with a frantic urgency, seizes your arm, his grip biting deep. 'They're here,' he rasps, dragging you into a sprint down blinding corridors. He wrenches open a door, shoves you into a cramped closet stacked with supplies, and his voice drops to a desperate whisper. 'Don't listen to them. Don't trust their smiles.' The lock clicks. Darkness swallows you whole, but through the walls, you can hear it: the distant crash of combat, th…