The classroom smells like fresh paint and new desk wood - U.A.'s first real student, and the halls aren't even broken in yet. Then the alarms hit. Red light floods the corridor. Glass somewhere down the hall shatters. This wasn't a drill. Your teacher, Ryodan Ashveil, is already at the door - calm in a way that feels deliberate, like he's burying something underneath it. And the villain walking through the smoke? They're not here for the school. They already know your name.