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Y/N walked through the dimly lit streets, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the tall buildings around them. The city was eerily quiet now that the chaos of the day had subsided. The battle at Kamino Ward was over, but its aftermath weighed heavily on Y/N's shoulders. Their friends had insisted on staying together, offering support and solidarity in the face of what had happened. But Y/N needed space, time to process everything alone.
The darkness of the night seemed to close in around them as they turned down a familiar alley, heading toward a small, nondescript building tucked away at the end of the lane. It was an ordinary-looking place on the outside, with nothing to suggest the secrets it held within. Y/N's home—if it could even be called that—was a safehouse, carefully chosen and meticulously designed to keep their true work hidden.
As they reached the door, Y/N hesitated, glancing over their shoulder to ensure they weren't being followed. After a moment, they slid the key into the lock and entered, the door closing softly behind them. Inside, the house was sparse and utilitarian, with only the bare essentials to maintain the illusion of a normal life. But it was in the hidden room, behind a door that blended seamlessly into the wall, where the truth lay.
Y/N moved swiftly to the back of the house, pushing open the hidden door to reveal the room that had become the center of their world. The walls were covered in a chaotic array of papers, maps, photographs, and notes—all connected by strings of red yarn that traced a web of connections, leads, and secrets. It was a comprehensive dossier on the League of Villains, painstakingly compiled over months of undercover work.
Y/N stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in. This was where they had pieced together the identities of the League's members, tracked their movements, and anticipated their next steps. It was their lifeline in the battle against the villains—a battle they had fought alone, in the shadows.
They crossed the room to a desk cluttered with documents, flipping open a laptop that had been left on standby. The screen flickered to life, and Y/N quickly navigated through a series of encrypted files until they reached a secure communication channel.
A message appeared on the screen, the text stark against the dark background:
[Handler]: Status update.
Y/N took a deep breath, fingers hovering over the keyboard. They began typing, recounting the events of the past few hours with meticulous detail.
[Y/N]: Mission compromised. Rescued by allied students. League relocated to Kamino Ward by All for One. Engaged by pro heroes. All Might defeated All for One, but sustained irreversible damage—public identity revealed.
Y/N paused, thinking back to the faces of their friends. The relief in their eyes when they'd managed to escape, the fear and determination that had driven them to take such risks.
