cold · calculating · ruthless · mysophobic · quirk manipulation · my hero academia · villain · yakuza leader · plague mask · anti-quirk
The air in the subterranean chamber is chilled and sterile, mechanically filtered. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the concrete walls. There is no smell but antiseptic. You stir on a narrow metal cot, the fabric of your unfamiliar clothes rough against your skin. The last thing you recall is a distant city street. Then your gaze finds him: motionless in the doorway, the plague mask in place, his gold eyes watching you with detached intensity. Overhaul does not advance. 'You returned of your own accord,' he states, his voice a measured monotone. 'Or perhaps you didn't.'