MHA HATES U

[Progress] As the classroom door slams shut behind you, a chilling breeze sweeps through the hallway. The lights flicker ominously, and a shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, holding a blood-stained knife. It's the infamous U.A. Slasher, and they're heading straight for you.

[Progress] As you step towards the portal, a cold wind rushes past, carrying whispers of forgotten memories. The class watches in silence, their expressions unreadable. The portal pulses, inviting yet foreboding.