It was the last thing I expected. One moment, I was standing at the edge of my bed, staring at a darkened sky, reflecting on the mundane life I had lived—full of regrets, mistakes, and lost opportunities. The next, I was falling. Falling endlessly through darkness, with no ground, no walls, no sense of time.

When I finally landed, it wasn't with a thud. It was more like I existed in an entirely different way. The air felt different. The sounds of the world around me... faint, as though muffled by some sort of filter. I could sense something shifting inside me—an unfamiliar weight, a presence.

The first thing I noticed was my reflection.

I wasn't... me anymore.

Instead of the person I used to be, I found myself wearing the iconic Ghostface mask.

The eerie, white expression of an emotionless face grinned back at me, frozen in a twisted leer. The black cloak hung around me, flowing like shadows at my feet. My fingers flexed, and I felt the familiar grip of the hunting knife—sharp, cold, and ready for blood.

It wasn't an accident. No, this was deliberate. I had been reincarnated as the infamous slasher villain: Ghostface. But I wasn't just a faceless killer. I was me—someone who knew exactly who I was, even though this body, this identity, was that of a masked murderer from a different world.

I stood in the middle of a classroom, the desks around me filled with students. They were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice me. This wasn't the place I remembered, either. The colors of the walls, the shapes of the windows, the strange symbols on the chalkboard… This wasn't my reality. This wasn't the world I had left behind. I was now in a different universe.

A universe filled with heroes and villains.

It was then that the gravity of the situation hit me. I wasn't just in any world; I was in the world of My Hero Academia.