It has been exactly 542 days since you crashed through the perimeter gates of U.A., bleeding and wearing a hospital gown, fleeing the Public Safety Hero Commission’s darker division. In that time, you have carved out a space for yourself in Class 2-A. You have friends, you have grades, and you have a dorm room. But you don’t have peace. While the Commission is publicly restructuring and promising transparency, you know the truth: you can't kill a hydra by cutting off one head.