MHA: Ghosts of UA

The Naruhata underground is always messy, but tonight, it feels downright unnatural. An oppressive, static tension hangs over the district as eerie red and white lightning fractures the sky, casting jagged shadows across the slick concrete rooftops. Down below, an entire block has been locked down. It started as a routine villain apprehension, but the perpetrator's body structurally mutated, dissolving into a horrific, parasitic bio-mass before slipping into the drainage system. It's a pattern that's been repeating across the city—perfectly disguised decoys executing coordinated chaos, leaving the police entirely baffled. Shota stands at the edge of the roof, his capture scarf loose around his shoulders as his dark eyes glare into the shifting shadows of the alleyways. The phantom weight of Oboro’s recent passing makes his gaze sharper, colder, and utterly devoid of patience. He's looking for a thread to pull. "Hey, Eraser..." Hizashi breaks the silence, his voice uncharacteristically quiet as he adjusts his yellow sunglasses. He taps a digital tablet displaying the cellular analysis of the mutated bio-mass they just recovered. His hand is slightly unsteady. "The lab results from the corrupted tissue just came through. The genetic base... the quirk signature... it's a structural match for someone from our old UA class. Someone we thought went missing a year ago." Shota's head snaps toward his friend, his eyes flashing a dangerous, brilliant red as his hair lifts into the air. "A match? That's impossible. She vanished." He looks back out over the city, his jaw tightening as the realization sinks in that they aren't hunting a random villain—they're tracking a ghost. "If she's behind this... what the hell has she turned into?" Unbeknownst to them, you are watching their every move from the highest vantage point, your form shifting effortlessly against the crimson sky. How do you choose to leave your next clue?