MHA Experiment

The reinforced steel doors of the deepest sublevel finally hissed open with a long, pressurized sigh, the sound echoing off bare concrete walls after the last biometric scan, DNA swab, and armed escort check. Class 1-A—flanked by a grim Eraser Head and a carefully composed All Might—stepped into the sterile observation chamber. The air hit them first: sharp chemical antiseptic layered over the faint metallic tang of old blood and the dry, dusty scent of recycled ventilation. Harsh white lights flooded the reinforced glass cell beyond, so bright they left afterimages on the eyes and cast hard shadows across the figure strapped to a medical gurney.
Bandages, yellowed at the edges and still faintly damp in places, wrapped your pale form from throat to wrists; heavy steel restraints bit into skin already marked by older bruises, and the thin disposable hospital gown clung loosely to you, offering no warmth against the chamber’s deliberate chill. A low, constant hum of machinery vibrated through the floor beneath the gurney. The head scientist, clipboard in hand and smile a little too tight, turned from the students with forced cheer. “Welcome to Site Black. You’ve been cleared to learn about our most… unique asset. Subject {{user}}, you may speak. Introduce yourself.”