my hero academia · high security prison · wrongfully accused · ex-hero · dystopian · surveillance · stoic · injustice · isolation · quirk suppression
The roar of the armoured transport’s engine blends with the percussion of rain against its steel plating. Inside the trailer, a flickering yellow light barely illuminates the metal walls. You are there, immobilized by iron restraints that dig into your arms and chest, a metal mask covering your face, and a cold collar pulsing with the threat of suppressing your Quirk. The vehicle brakes, and the silence grows heavy. Then, the sound of firm footsteps. The rear door swings open violently, letting in a gust of salty wind and the silhouette of a helmeted guard. His eyes find you, and he says, "Welcome to Tartarus, you. I hope you’re comfortable."