𝘾𝙍𝙔𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀: 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩

𝟎𝟏𝟐

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐
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You found yourself in a familiar office, unsure of how you got there. The invitation came from him, though, and you couldn't just leap out the window to escape. The room held two occupants: a mouse and a grown man.

"[Name], you don't remember me, right?" the man asked.

"I recall seeing you at the sports festival," you replied.

"But beyond that." the white mammal inquired.

"Is he one of those Karens in restaurants?" you quipped.

"WHA—" he sputtered.

"No, [Name]," the mouse interjected.

Nezu had invited you here because Shin wanted to ensure you didn't remember something. Shin, who lacked a quirk but hadn't always, desperately sought to thank you. Nezu had been searching for you too, and now that you were safe, Shin was eager to meet you and protect you. The catch? You remembered little, including the part where Shin was dragged by kidnappers.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊
𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐗

In a sterile white room, a girl stood, clad in a hospital gown. Her face was blank, her mind empty. They said she wasn't human anymore. Her skin, pale; her eyes, dull as if life had abandoned her. Her hair cascaded to the floor, a tangled curtain of neglect.

Cuffs adorned her arms, heavy and restraining. They were meant to suppress her quirk—the very essence of her being. But her vacant mind didn't register their weight. Five years had passed since her arrival here, yet she couldn't recall what came before. Memories were elusive, like whispers fading into oblivion.

Reading, writing—skills she possessed without understanding how. Objects held meaning, but emotions remained a mystery. She didn't know what it meant to feel joy, sorrow, or anger. Her communication was limited to nods and shakes of her head, directed at the white-coated figures who observed her. Their questions went unanswered, lost in her emptiness.

She resembled a corpse, devoid of expression. Why had they taken her from wherever she once belonged? The answer eluded her, locked away in the recesses of her silent mind. And so, she stood as a living entity for she is no longer human.

In that sterile room, the girl observed as they dragged in another soul—a boy, disheveled and defeated. Whether he'd been abducted or sold, she didn't care. Survival here was a grim game, and he wouldn't be an exception. The experiments would consume him, just as they had others.

Unlike him, they didn't need to sedate her. His screams would echo through the sterile halls, a symphony of suffering. She, on the other hand, felt nothing. Emotions were foreign to her, like a language she'd never learned.

But she wasn't alone. The talking Chimera—a creature smarter than any human—had piqued her curiosity. Its beady eyes followed her, and she returned the gaze. When it approached, she watched, unblinking, as it hesitantly closed the gap.

The Chimera sat before her, its ears twitching. She tilted her head, hair cascading like a waterfall of neglect. It spoke—a voice that resonated in her empty mind. "Do you perhaps have a name?"

She remained silent; her expression unchanged. The Chimera understood; intelligence bridged the gap. "Are you new here?" it asked, and her nod confirmed it.