There I sat—clawing at my neck—as I thought of ways to make this work. The very same day we received the order from Tomura's Master to transport the test-subject to God-knows-where, we were expected execute those orders.

Talk about no prior warning.

All the ideas circled in my mind, but one reoccurring problem always seemed to get in my way.

How would I release the guy, when I was expected to be up front with Tomura the whole time.

I could ask Twice to make a double of me, then go in using Ghost, but how would I explain my asking Twice to do such a thing. As well as that, he'd then become a witness, so I'd have to kill him.

I couldn't kill Bubaigawara...

We had become friends over the past little while; however, I knew how loyal he was to Tomura, so I couldn't exactly enlighten him with my murder ploy against Tomura.

I could ask Toga to pose as me during the transport. She loves me, so she'd definitely do anything I asked of her. Besides, she'd have to stab me, and suck up a lot of my blood to last the entirety of the transport—which she would love to do.

She'd back me up with whatever I wanted to do; however, this would raise questions as well.

If Toga posed as me, then Tomura would wonder where Toga was. She can't very well be in two places at once, of course. This, again, is where Bubaigawara's quirk would come in handy.

If only I could be in two places at once.

We were to leave in an hour—9pm sharp. I began making my way back to my room, preparing to ready myself for the transport, as well as thinking nonstop of my options.

I need my 'big brother' dead.

I walked in and immediately removed my shirt—tossing it to the floor—to have a shower before the pointless errand we were subjected to execute. As I walked further into my room, something in my mind clicked.

The chick's still here.

I immediately grabbed my shirt and used it to cover my exposed skin, before noticing she was still out cold. I exhaled a sigh of relief before grabbing a hoodie and pair of sweatpants from my closet. Then, I walked into my off-room bathroom.

I don't know what I'm going to do with that girl. I could kill her, but now thinking about it, she could be useful. All of my spies are first-years. While first-years in U.A's Class 1-A are useful enough, a third-year—apart of the famous 'Big Three'—would have access to information a first-year wouldn't.

At first, I had thought that my two spies in Class 1-A would be enough, but maybe this chick could be of more use than I had originally anticipated.

I striped myself—still thinking of ways to ditch the transport—before stepping into the shower. The boiling water cascaded down my scarred back as I continued to review my options.

The logical idea would be to bet my life on Bubaigawara and ask him to work with me.

I'd say there's a sixty-three-percent chance that he'd actually go along with my schemes.

My eyes widened as a thought came into my mind.

I can't leave the chick here alone.

If she were to wake up during the transport—with no one here to watch over her—she could escape and alert the heroes of the location in which the League Of Villain's base resides. That would be a complication.

A smile appeared on my face as I contemplated what would happen in that case. My lips were quivering as they curled into a malicious grin. A slight laugh made it's way out of my mouth, followed by another. What was small and normal, turned long and psychotic.

That girl's my way out.

How was I so blind earlier?

It had never even occurred to me that I could use her very existence in the base to my advantage in this way.

I shut off the water after finishing my shower, and clothed myself. My smile rested unwavering on my face as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

That needs to change.

Tomura will think I'm up to something if he sees my—as he refers to it—'sicko smile'.

I grabbed a razor from my bathroom cabinet and slashed my palm. Feeling my smile wash down the drain—along side a slow stream of blood—I quickly cleaned, and bandaged my hand.

I didn't have any time to waste—it being 8:45pm—so this was my best option.

Despite the pain and bloodshed of my past, I will never get used to the pain of having a knife to my skin. My sister and her friends weren't the only psychopaths I've had to deal with during my life.

Some sickos thought it'd be fun to pull a knife on me on my way back 'home' from school. It wasn't like it's never happened before—someone doing something like that, I mean—but it wasn't like I was used to the feeling.

The feeling of the warm, red liquid, dripping from a sharp, metal object—held to my skin. The pain of it puncturing my skin. The fear that they would slit my throat if they applied even an ounce of extra pressure.

I always heard of people cutting their wrists, legs, and chest, but I had never understood why. Maybe it was because of my own experiences with knives, but it had always puzzled me why someone would willingly hold a sharp metal object to their skin. I had tried to do it once, but I couldn't do it in the end.

All I could think of were the memories of being held down by some random kid in my class, with a knife to my throat.

I couldn't ever forget those memories, and they always brought a scowl to my face, so to shake a smile quickly, that was a viable method.

I walked from my bathroom to find Tomura and explain why I wouldn't be able to attend the transport tonight—still seeing flashes of those terrible memories I had awoken from the darkest parts of my mind. Tomura, Twice, Toga, and Mr. Compress were sitting in the common area, still awaiting Spinner, and Dabi.

"Hey, Tomura..." I started, using a voice full of false-regret.

"What's up little bro?" He questioned, undoubtedly taking note of the tone in my voice.

"I don't think I should join you guys during the transport..." I spoke—shifting my gaze to the side.

"What? Why the hell not?" He asked me, obviously annoyed and confused. "You busy or something?"

"I forgot to mention, I captured a chick from U.A today..." I explained, scratching the back of my head.

My words drew the attention of the others in the room—causing all the noise to cease immediately.

"You what? When?" Tomura asked me, as he held up his hand to high-four me.

"One of the chicks from U.A's Big Three so-foolishly decided to hang around our base." I told him as I high-foured him back.

"Wait, a chick?! That's what you call girls!" Toga exclaimed—succeeding in bursting my eardrums—as she stood up abruptly. "Where is this slut?! Lemme at her!"

I laughed at her reaction and then turned back to Tomura.

"So, anyway, I kinda have to stay here and watch her."

"Yeah, just don't let her escape. I'm sure we can manage without you." He stated with a hint of despair in his voice.

"Wait, Yagi's not coming? Why the hell not?" I heard Dabi's voice echo throughout the room as he entered.

"He went and captured some girl from U.A..." Toga spat spitefully.

"Nice one." Dabi congratulated me as Spinner stood—silently—off to the side.

As everyone was now there—or at least everyone supposed to come—Tomura led everyone to the van; meanwhile, I sat on my couch, thinking how I could leave the base without allowing the girl a chance to escape.

"I could handcuff her to something... No that's dumb... I could cut off her hands, so she couldn't use her quirk..? No that's immoral and dumb. Besides, she has feet..." I muttered under my breath as I thought of possible ideas.

I've got it.

Leaving the base, I activated the tracker I placed in Dabi's pocket. It's like reverse-pick-pocketing.

Rarely-useful, but when a situation parallel to this arises, it's handy enough.

It had been around thirty minutes, give or take, since they had left, so they were around forty-five miles away already.

Great.

Ghost is great for these situations, but flying as fast as a van that already had a good thirty minute head start was annoying, not to mention exhausting.

I activated Ghost, turning myself invisible, and then used another facet of Ghost's abilities to fly. I was flying around two-point-five times faster than the van was driving, but I wasn't sure what would come first.

Me?

Or the test-subject's end destination?

I was awake, but I couldn't see anything. I lazily opened my eyes, only for my eyes to meet an unfamiliar environment. The lights were dim, the walls were black, and the floor was grey. The doom-and-gloom aura I could sense matched that of a morgue.

It was creepy.

I stood up, rubbing my eyes, and looked around. There was a black-velvet love-seat against a wall, which faced a dark-wood desk and chair. On the desk, there were notebooks. Lots of them. I felt the tips of my fingers brush over the pages, flipping through them, while my eyes roamed the words and illustrations.

Page four.

Sweats Nitroglycerin.

Page seven.

Ice and fire.

Page twelve.

I stood, staring puzzled at the acronym.

OFA...

I had never heard of an acronym so bizarre.

I removed my gaze from the notebooks and continued snooping around the room. There was a dartboard with a picture overtop it. I recognized the girl from the picture.

Yagi Izumi.

She was interning with Sir Night Eye, along with Mirio. She saved the little girl, Eri, from Overhaul.

Why would there be a picture of her on a dartboard in someone's room?

She seemed like a pleasant girl. I had never properly talked to her before, since she had always seemed stuck in her own world, but she seemed nice.

As my fingers grazed the couch, I remembered where I was. I was standing in the room of the man whom had killed Uraraka. The man whom had brutally slaughtered All Might on live television.

The man known as Agony.

"I need to get out of here..." I said to myself. "Right now."

I dashed to the door, only to find it to be locked. Putting out my hands, I blasted the door in with my quirk and ran out the door.

Or at least, I thought I did.

Holding my head, I realized the door never went down, nor did my quirk fire. A wave of panic washed over me as it occurred to me that I couldn't use my quirk. I looked at my hands, and something caught my eye.

A flashing blue light.

Crouching down, I saw a black ankle monitor with a blue light strapped to my ankle.

A quirk dampening ankle monitor.

Dammit.