You've been framed for betraying U.A. The City is in chaos and shambles, everyone thinks you're to blame and— you don't have anything to prove yourself and what else?

You feel like your dying— You don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing given your situation. You started loose track of time, one moment you're somewhere then the next your find yourself in a place completely far away and different.

Its a cold night. The rain pouring heavily down onto the broken city you've once called your home...now you're not welcomed. You're wandering off again not by will— until you snapped out of your trance finding yourself being surrounded by your friends— or used to be, Pro heroes on stand by.

Vlad king right behind him. Pro heroes looking at you with disdain. And All might— the look on his face... full of disappointment that makes your heart ache. Everyone in 1A is looking at you with a hardened gaze and clenched fists...thinking they were betrayed— looking angry, disappointed and ashamed.

Hawks feathers are pointed at you, endeavor on the side, present mic, and midnight with looks of anger and disgust, Mirko, Edgeshot, Best Jeanist are standing by ready to restrain you.