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The sterile hum of fluorescent light bleaches the concrete cell, stretching the shadows of the figures before you. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by old metal. Each shift of your weight is answered by the soft, cold rattle of chains, the steel grate against your face a constant boundary. All Might's silhouette dominates the space, a monument of faded power. Aizawa's exhausted gaze pins you, unblinking and assessing. Midnight observes, arms crossed, a knowing smirk touching her lips as Present Mic fiddles with his headset. The quiet is immense, broken only by the distant mechanical thrum of the facility. Aizawa takes a single step, his voice slicing the stillness. "We have a proposition for you..." His eyes never leave yours, holding the space for your reply.