No sound. Nothing to see. Nothing to feel. Where am I? Izuku looked around, but all he saw was darkness. Suddenly, everything came back to him in a blur. Did they get me? Am I safe? What happened after the explosion? What's going on? What felt like an eternity, but was only seconds later, he heard footsteps. Then, a door opened, and closed. "He's awake." He'd heard those words before, but he didn't know if they meant he was safe, or in more danger than before. He couldn't identify the voice. "Then allow me. I know what I want from him." For a minute, there was a brief silence that only grew louder and louder. Then, the door opened again, and closed. Footsteps sounded as whoever it was came closer and closer. "Izuku Midoriya. Terribly sorry about...all of this...but it's kind of necessary." Light flooded his vision, and he hadto blink a few times before looking around, taking stock of his surroundings. The walls were all dark. So was the floor. A desk sat to his left, covered with papers and needles. In the far corner, there was a door. Looks like that door is the only way out. And I have to get out of here. He thought, looking down at what he'd been tied to. It looked like some sort of torture chair, and he wondered, once again, where he'd ended up. The figure in front of him still wore that black cloak and mask. So, the same guy that attacked me kidnapped me. Thst much was obvious when he showed up after his partner failed. But there's something more to it..."I just have a few questions for you, Izuku. Number one..." The figure went over to the desk, and opened a drawer, then pulled something out. Unfortunately, Izuku couldn't see it. "You're supposed to be the successor of someone...special. True-" The figure turned around, revealing something round and red, with a long and thin, sharp end. "-Or false?"