I'm remaking this.

The Voice in My Head - The slow hum of the AC filled the room, accompanied by the sweet chirping of birds and the earliest streaks of light seeping through my window. "Aadil, are you still there?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, where tiny glowing stars covered the darkness. There was a brief pause before the voice answered. "I'm always here, little one. I'll never leave you. Not until I take you with me." My breath hitched. "Take me with you?" "Yes, little one." His voice softened. "I'll take you with me, and we'll live happily together, just like we were meant to." - Hey guys! So, I honestly don't know much about schizophrenia, psychosis, or psychological disorders, so please bear with me. I'm learning as I go, and I'll be doing my best to portray everything respectfully and as accurately as possible. If anything feels odd or unrealistic, please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Aadil is a toxic imaginary presence. Or perhaps something more, that the MC can't seem to escape. This story came straight from my heart, and it took me a lot of time to come up with this idea. Please do not recreate, copy, repost, or use any part of my work without permission. This book is protected by copyright, and if I find my work anywhere else... Well. **Aadil and I will come find you.** :) Updates every Fridays

In a small Maine town during the October of 2024, citizen disappearances drastically increase.

Nobody knows who wrote the first name. It appears overnight on the courthouse doors beneath the image of an empty gallows: the name of a respected judge-and a list of sins no one was ever supposed to uncover. Bribes. Buried investigations. Innocent lives destroyed. By midnight, the accusations are proven. And the judge is dead. Then another name appears. A police captain. A councilwoman. A district attorney. Every name is guilty. Every judgment ends the same way. A sickle. A rope. A body left hanging where death found them. The city calls him Hangman. But Detective Mara Voss begins noticing things that don't belong in any murder investigation. Crows gathering before a name appears. A strange mark repeated at the scenes. Centuries-old images hidden in churches. Two brothers. Blood. Judgment. And warnings that some things were never meant to return. As the city begins to fear Hangman-and others begin to worship him-Mara realizes she may not be hunting a man at all. Because the names aren't random. The deaths aren't random. And somewhere beneath the city's blood and corruption, something ancient is finishing a sentence. HANGMAN HAS RETURNED.

"So this is it..." Muttered the girl, watching the building ahead of her. "I'm finally studying at UA Academy..." Y/N huffed, glaring at the building. --- Book Started On: 28th July 2024 Book Ended On: Ongoing --- I don't own My Hero Academia or anything about it! This is only for fun! You own yourself!