The forest seemed to swallow the last traces of daylight, and the further the class walked, the more the air grew thick with something cold and wrong. The trees grew twisted, their branches arching overhead like the fingers of giants. The mansion loomed in the distance, its silhouette black against a sky that had begun to bruise purple and green.
ER
Eri
clutching Aizawa's hand tightly, her small voice barely above a whisper "Mr. Aizawa... I don't like this place."
SA
Shota Aizawa | Eraserhead
squeezes her hand, his eyes never stopping their scan of the treeline "I know. Stay right beside me. Don't let go, no matter what."
KI
Kirishima
grinning despite the tension, trying to keep everyone's spirits up "Manly instincts, right? Maybe someone's home and can give us directions. Or, y'know... at least a working phone."
KA
Kaminari
still clinging to Kirishima's shoulder, glancing around nervously "Dude, if someone lives out here, they're either a psycho hermit or a ghost. There is no in-between."
BA
Bakugo
clicking his tongue "Shut up, Dunce Face. You're gonna scare the kid more than the damn trees."
TO
Todoroki
walking with his hands in his pockets, his voice even "If someone does live here, they probably don't get visitors often. Which means they might not be the most welcoming."
IM
Izuku Midoriya
scribbling in his notebook, his brows furrowed as he mumbles to himself "The structure has severe weathering... maybe late nineteenth century? But the foundation seems heavily reinforced, like it was built to keep something in... or out..."
A cold wind rattled the branches above them, sending a shower of dead leaves spiraling down over the group. In the distance, a single light flickered in one of the mansion's upper windows for just a moment before going dark.
