𝙀𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙢𝙖 - 𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔

Chapter 1 - Forgotten memories: In the eerie silence of the sterile room, shadows danced upon the white walls, contorting and merging into grotesque shapes. The room was a reflection of the life that the protagonist, Izuku had led under. A life filled with uncertainty, amnesia, and constant pain from the relentless experiments. But amidst the cold and bleak environment, Izuku's thoughts always gravitated towards one person who brought warmth and meaning to his existence - his little sister, Eri.

With her silvery velvet hair cascading down to her waist and her fiery ruby red eyes, lingered in Izuku's mind like a distant, cherished memory. Though not related by blood, the bond they shared transcended the limitations of family, offering solace in a world that seemed to thrive on cruelty.

The absence of Eri for weeks had been gnawing at Izuku's heart. The solitude in his room only deepened the sense of isolation. Bandaged and battered, Izuku was a living testament to the suffering he endured at the hands of Overhaul's deranged experiments. The relentless drawing of blood and the ceaseless tests had left him weak, a mere shadow of what he could have been under different circumstances.

On this particular day, a throbbing pain in his chest served as a grim reminder of the drugs' adverse effects. Izuku was barely conscious, his vision blurring as the room's cold grip tightened. The doctors that surrounded him only added to the disorientation and discomfort. They mentioned his quirks as curses, something to be rid of. A regular occurrence that had never sat well with Izuku. Yet, fearing the capture of heroes, he had chosen to endure this life instead of risking an unknown fate.

In the haze of consciousness, fragments of memories flickered like dying embers. Flashes of a life before Overhaul's protection teased Izuku's mind. Were these illusions, or were they buried truths waiting to be unraveled? The room itself seemed to hold secrets that it dared not reveal.

As Izuku's mind grappled with the past, he couldn't help but wonder about his ties with Overhaul. Were they truly related, or was this just another layer of deception shrouding their existence? The uncertainty of his origins weighed heavily on his heart, but at the same time, Izuku found a strange sense of acceptance. Blood ties or not, Overhaul, Eri, and Izuku had formed an unbreakable bond that defied the cruelty of the world.

In his moment of vulnerability, a faint, distant voice echoed in the recesses of Izuku's mind. It felt like a lighthouse in the stormy sea of his consciousness. A voice from the past, a piece of his identity trying to resurface, urging him not to forget who he truly was.

And then, just as swiftly as it had surfaced, the voice faded, leaving Izuku drifting in the abyss of his mind once more. The pain and exhaustion pulled him under, surrendering to the darkness that beckoned him to rest.

As Izuku slipped into unconsciousness, an image formed in his mind; with her radiant red eyes, appeared like a beacon, drawing him towards an ethereal warmth. Izuku clung to the thought of her, knowing that she was his everything, his reason to endure, and his hope for a brighter future.

The room remained silent and still, the cameras recording every moment, but oblivious to the emotions and turmoil swirling within its confined space. For Izuku, it was a place of contradictions - both a prison and a sanctuary, a home under the protection of a dubious savior.

In the depths of his dreams, Izuku would wander through the fragmented memories, seeking answers to the questions that plagued his waking hours. The truth was out there, veiled in the mist of forgotten years, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.