It's a normal day, and I wake up in my dorm. The sunlight filters through the curtains, casting warm patterns on my desk where my hero costume lays neatly folded. I stretch, feeling the familiar soreness in my shoulders from yesterday's training exercises. I get ready, and with my few extra minutes, I sit on my bed for a bit, enjoying the rare quiet before the day truly begins.

A few minutes later, the air suddenly feels colder. Before I can react, Stain appears from the shadows, his blade glinting in the dim light. I barely have time to gasp before he impales me with his weapon. The pain is searing, hot and sharp against my ribs. No one is there... Just me and Stain...

Stain: "You're all fakes. All Might is the only true hero." He says coldly, his crimson eyes piercing through me as blood trickles from my wound onto the floor.

Meanwhile, in the common room, the usual morning chatter fills the air. The smell of toast and coffee wafts from the kitchen as classmates discuss yesterday's training results. As the clock ticks past 8 AM, concerned glances are exchanged when my seat remains empty.

Aizawa's sharp voice cuts through the murmurs, his tired eyes now alert with worry: "I want the entire dorm building searched. No one rests until she is found."