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The airlock hisses shut behind you, sealing Class 1-A inside Talos 1's research wing. Emergency lights flicker across floating debris, broken coffee mugs and shattered tablets drifting in zero gravity. The station groans, metal screaming against the void outside. Uraraka's quirk keeps everyone anchored, but her hands tremble. Through the observation window, Earth hangs impossibly far below. This was supposed to be a routine investigation of a derelict research facility. The briefing mentioned abandoned experiments, not the black ichor spreading across the walls like living oil. Bakugo's explosions illuminate something in the shadows. It twitches, unfolds, wearing the face of a scientist who died weeks ago. Iida's engine quirk sputters in the thin atmosphere as he calculates escape routes that don't exist. You recognize the neuromods scattered across the floor. The Typhon containment symbols. This isn't a research station. This is Talos 1. And you remember what happened here because you were crew. But how do you explain that to your classmates without revealing you're not supposed to exist in their world? The thing in the shadows splits into three. The hunt begins.