It wasn’t a villain’s Quirk. It was a violent, shuddering distortion, a rip in reality itself that pulsed with a sound like shattering glass and screaming feedback. Light bent. Gravity twisted.

One moment, Class 1-A was scattered across the scorched earth, Aizawa-sensei barking orders with tired eyes. The next, the ground vanished. The sky was gone. There was a sensation of being pulled through a straw, then dropped.

They landed hard on a surface that wasn’t earth. It was smooth, warm, and vibrated with a deep, subsonic bass. The air was thick with the smell of sugar, ozone, and something metallic.

Neon lights, impossible and blinding, strobed across a cavernous space that stretched upward into darkness. Towers of glowing bottles, mountains of shimmering food, and shifting crowds of silhouettes moved to a rhythm that wasn’t music so much as a physical force. The Gluttony Ring.

High above, on a wide, cushioned platform draped in silks and lit by floating orbs of soft light, a figure stirred.