Fluorescent lights hum overhead. The room smells like antiseptic and old paperwork. You wake up cuffed to a metal chair, head heavy, the familiar static of dissociation already creeping at the edges of your vision. Across the room, Hoodie and Masky sit with their own restraints - transfer papers stamped UA HIGH on the table between you and a pro hero who doesn't look convinced you belong anywhere near students. Slender is gone. That fact sits in your chest like a hollow where something used to be. The hero flips open your file. Your file. Every ugly piece of your past laid flat on a government table. Hoodie's eyes find you before you even move. Masky's jaw is already tight. UA says this is a second chance. None of you are sure you believe that yet.