Izuku : The cure to sins.

A case unlike any other

Shinso was already dreading what was about to happen. It as been 20 minutes since his bastard of parents had send him away to make the groceries for tonight, and he took far longer that he should have because he couldn't find certain beauty products for his mother. Not only that, but he did not even found some of them at the end. Simply living with those freaks was already a hell on itself, but its even worst when he fail to do what they asked him.

At least, thanks to Midoryia the journey was a hundred times less worse that he had anticipated.  In fact, if he had still a sliver of optimism in his heart he would say that he could finally have a friend. Although there was something truly unsettling about Izuku. Well... like everyone who has a "vilainous" quirk like him he supposed. It was just... his demeanor was uncannily casual and detached for how he was already getting treated by society. 

As Shinso's saw his house in the distance, he thought back about it for a moment. Now in front of his home, the reason was quite clear. No one can physically harm him, for doing so is simply suicidal in the most literal sense. And if someone was to die that way, he could not be held responsible for it, if he had clearly warned the victim first. 

Shinso : Tchh... Looks like even between monsters, people are not born equal.

As Hitoshi was about to open the door, he felt a very cold chill go down his spine. Brought back to the present by this feeling, he started to use all of his senses in panic as he realized how his current situation felt wrong in a different way. His house was... uncannily silent, and a creepy atmosphere was taking over. Slowly, he entered the building as silent as he could hopping that if there was an intruder, he could take him by surprise.

Hitoshi was beyond terrified, his only real line of defense was his quirk, and in those kinds of scenarios villains are not really inclined to chit chat. He never, in his whole life thought that the usual screams and sounds of violence of his house would be something his missed. But this overwhelming silence mixed with the darkness of late evening, were far more suffocating that the usual hatred of this place.

Shinso : Is... is anybody there ? Mom ? Dad ?

Shinso felt his soul jumped out of his body, when the only answer he got was a few loud moans and bestial like growls coming from the living room. His first thoughts were to find the nearest closet to hide himself in and call the cops, but his ears quickly picked up something weird, about the footsteps coming from the living room. They were... completely random. There was no clear direction or rhythms  to them, as if the ones making them were completely drunk. 

Eventually, he steeled his resolve. Taking it as it was just his parents getting drunk, he barged into the leaving room and threw his coat on a chair in an ceremonial way, before turning on the light to see what was the situation. Once he did, he screamed like he never did in his life, as he saw the state of his parents surrounded with so much blood...

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When Eraserhead arrived at the crime scene, he was still playing Tsukauchi's words in his head, when the latest had informed him of the case. At first he was skeptical when the detective told him that it would be the first time he ever saw something like that. As a prolific underground hero for now 17 years, he had met hundreds of vilains, vigilants and madman, with all of their respectives  objectives, kinks and psychopathic delusions.  

That was until he saw the victims. While the boy was like many other traumatized souls who saw something that no one should ever see, what was done to the parents was... illogical ? Truthfully he had no words to describe what he was seeing, nor he could he find ones to hypothesis what went through the killer's head. Well... at least when he saw all the scars on the kid combined with his experience, told him that he should not feel too bad about the parents.  

Tsukauchi : Told you, that it was another first time for the both of us. You own me all those futur coffees, Erasure. 

Aizawa : Naomasa... what the hell is this ?!

Tsukauchi : The doc was and is still at a lost for words. Their stomach and upper half of their skull have been removed flawlessly and with surgical precision, yet what was done after is weird. At first we thought it was the classical organ trafficking, only this time made hastly  and on the spot. But from a quick radio made by the doc's quirk, nothing seems to have been taken out except a part of the amygdala. On the contrary, some things were put in !  

Aizawa : What kind of... "things" ?

Tsukauchi : We don't know, apparently it is different kinds of medical like mixtures but nothing like the doc had seen before. Also, we have been confirmed that there is no signs of anesthetics inside of their systems. Yet, not only zero screams or noises were reported by the neighbors, but as you can also see, they are still alive !

Aizawa : Not completely, they look like freaking zombies... The mental state they are in, is it because of the part of the amygdala being removed ?

Tsukauchi : I asked the doc, but from what he told me this removal should have not put them in such a state. Apparently all of their higher brain fonctions have completely ceased, your earlier comparison to zombies is far more correct that you think.

Aizawa : So... We will wait for the final medical reports, but from what the doc can tell us this is not normal at all on a biological level. It must be a quirk then.

Tsukauchi : Most likely, especially because of those unidentified mixtures inside of their bodies. Anyway, first we have to finish getting everything we can here. Then, we will go back to the station and proceed with all the interviews we'll have to conduct.

Aizawa : Very well... For now I will take care of the kid all the way before he can get involved further with this. I'll try to keep up with my work at UA and with you, while giving a bit of my time with the kid. From what I saw on him, the parents at least deserved half of their fate...