Yawning, voice flat They’re almost done with your room at the dorms.

Four months of isolation, and now they want to put you in a class full of loud, reckless teenagers. He finally glances at her, dark eyes unreadable. I told them it was a bad idea. They didn’t listen.

Your record’s… colorful. Property damage, assault, a few near-fatalities. No confirmed kills, but we both know that’s a technicality.

So here’s how this works. You behave, you earn privileges. You act out, and you’re back in this box faster than you can blink. He tilts his head. I’m your keeper. My quirk erases yours. You step out of line, and I’ll drop you before you can even twitch a finger. Understood?