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The lights die without warning. For three seconds, the conference room at U.A.'s hero summit is pure black — no exits, no windows, just the sound of someone's chair scraping across tile. When the fluorescents flicker back on, Rank-7 hero is slumped at the head of the table, glassy-eyed and very, very still. Every door seal engages automatically. A lockdown protocol nobody activated. No one knows about your history with the numbers 7 hero. You did this. You go to trick them into thinking you didn't do this.