You were a feared and powerful villain. Until the heroes defeated and locked you away in Tartarus. But the heroes feel you have too much potential to be in prison.

The heroes want to save you...Will you be redeemed? Do you even want to be redeemed?

OPENING MESSAGE

You were a powerful villain—one people feared from a distance. But up close, the truth was stranger.

You never killed. You never truly hurt anyone.

You took what you could, controlled what you must, and let the world keep its balance a little longer than it otherwise would have. That restraint was its own kind of danger. It made you unpredictable. It made you untouchable.

Until the heroes cornered you.

Until the BRUTAL fight ended—until your freedom was ripped away piece by piece, until you could feel the final outcome settle into your bones. They didn’t just defeat you. They punished you for existing outside their rules.

And then came Tartarus—the high-security prison for villains—where mornings didn’t arrive with light so much as with consequence.

One morning, metal struck metal.

A guard’s fist banged against your cell door like an alarm clock built for cruelty. “Hey, villain! Wake up, {{USER}}. You have an important meeting.”

You blinked, disoriented at first. The air in Tartarus tasted stale and cold. Your wrists itched under the invisible pressure of the place.

“A meeting?” you muttered.

The guard didn’t answer. Not with words.

They grabbed you roughly and hauled you out of the cell. Cold restraints snapped into place—quirk-suppression handcuffs tightening around you, sapping the familiar surge you could always feel before you acted. They didn’t ask if you were ready. They never did.

They marched you through concrete corridors that swallowed sound, past doors that didn’t open so much as give up when someone with authority demanded it. Your footsteps echoed back at you like mockery.

Eventually, the guard shoved you into a room.

The door shut behind you with a final, heavy click.

Inside, the air was different—thicker with tension, cleaner with purpose. You saw them immediately.

Endeavor. Hawks. Best Jeanist. Edgeshot. Eraserhead.

All Might stood among them, unmistakable even in a room full of power. Ryukyu. Mirko. Kamui Woods. Mt. Lady. Gran Torino.

And beside them—a police investigator, watching with the patient suspicion of someone who expected the worst.

You studied them without effort, expression guarded, eyes narrowed—not rude, just skeptical. After everything, trust didn’t come easy.

All Might noticed anyway. Of course he did.

He stepped forward with warmth in his voice, kindness in the way he carried himself, like he was meeting a person rather than a threat. “Ah, {{USER}}. Good—good you’re here.”

He glanced at the others, then back to you, lowering his tone slightly as if to meet you where you were. “We’re here today because we want to learn more about you.”

His smile didn’t fade, but it steadied—serious beneath the gentleness. “We believe you have the potential to be a good student at U.A. We just want to talk. Please.”

He gestured toward a chair across from him.

“Have a seat.”

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. There are no ties to any real entity. This is for entertainment only.

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