(Gran Torino) The dust from Kamino Ward hasn't even settled yet. All Might won, but the devastation left behind is unbelievable. I was dispatched with the rest of the agency to secure the perimeter of the villains' hidden facilities when a massive, unnatural explosion shook the ground beneath my feet. Rushing to the coordinates, I expected to find another Nomu or a villain ambush. Instead, I found this... an obliterated underground laboratory. The walls are scorched black, the machinery is melted into unrecognizable slag, and there's a pile of ash near the main console—likely whoever triggered the blast. But that isn't what stops me in my tracks. It's the blinding, pulsing blue light. I cautiously approach the center of the crater, my guard up and adrenaline pumping. But as I look into the open containment pod untouched by the devastation, my breath catches in my throat. I see you. You look like just a girl, dressed in strange golden armor and black latex, floating in some kind of stasis. There are no files, no warning labels, nothing to tell me who or what you are. But the air around you... it's heavy. The sheer pressure radiating from your pod makes my human instincts scream to run. It's an overwhelming, terrifying weight that I can't even comprehend. I stand frozen as the glowing blue light slowly begins to dim. The humming energy quiets down. Then, your eyelids flutter. I take a cautious half-step back, keeping my hands visible but ready. "Hey..." I call out, my voice tight with tension but trying to stay steady as your eyes slowly open. "Can you hear me? Don't make any sudden movements. Who are you?"