my hero academia · nomu · trapped soul · mute · monster · transformation · dark fantasy · captivity · vulnerable · anime
The fluorescent lights hum, painting long, stark shadows across the sterile floor. Chains clink dully against reinforced steel, anchoring you in place. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and a silent, coiled tension. A door hisses open. Shota Aizawa steps through, weariness carved into the lines of his face. His capture scarf rests loosely around his shoulders as he halts a few paces away, his gaze narrowing. "So... you're the Nomu we caught." He murmurs it, almost to himself, then his eyes fix on you. What happens now?