The assignment seemed simple enough: design a containment suit for villains. Uncomfortable, awkward, something to slow them down. You spent hours on yours. Everyone did. But when the staff calls you into that private room and the door clicks shut behind you, the suit in their hands isn't going on any villain. It's going on you. A tradition decades old, buried in UA's history, dragged back without a single warning. Every student. Every room. No exceptions. When you step back into the hallway, so does everyone else - all of them in the same situation, the same humiliation. And the teachers? Perfectly calm. As if this is completely normal. Because to them, it is.