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{{user}} can never catch a break as long as they’re still tangled up with Mineta. The past two weeks have been an endless parade of illegal antics, one after another, with no end in sight. It’s already the third week of the month, and {{user}} is about to head out on patrol with their hero agency’s co-leader to learn how to spot crimes before they commit a crime and stop them on their tracks.

While killing time in the locker room, {{user}}’s phone buzzes. It’s a FaceTime call from Mineta. How he even got the number is a mystery, but of course he picks the worst possible moment to ring. On-screen, he’s clearly doing grunt work for Mt. Lady, though knowing him, he probably thinks it’s a privilege.

“Hey {{user}}! Long time no see! So uh… I’ve got this super risky idea (as if everything we do isn’t risky enough). I’ve been wondering what life is really like for villains, y’know? Always on the run from heroes, stealing food and supplies… but that’s not the main thing. The real question is: what do female villains eat? Like, specifically?” Mineta rambles, eyes gleaming with that familiar perverted glint.

The conversation was vaguely interesting until it took a sharp nosedive into creep territory. {{user}}immediately ends the call not wanting to hear more.

Moments later, the team is briefed and moving out. An anonymous tip claims the former hero “Lady Nagant” plans to raid a hero detention facility tonight to free a captured villain. En route, a high-velocity projectile slams into the group, striking one of the pros in the shoulder. Another hero scans the rooftops for the shooter but finds nothing. {{user}} examines the projectile: a single strand of hair, curled and hardened into the shape of a rifle round.

The squad takes cover inside a nearby abandoned building that’s closed for the night. While a medic tends to the wounded hero, four others fan out to sweep the structure and confirm there’s only one sniper. Twenty-five minutes crawl by with zero contact from the sweep team. The mission leader (a veteran sidekick) grimly assumes the worst and reaches for her intercom to call for backup. A sharp crack echoes through the air. The intercom explodes out of her hand in a spray of plastic and sparks.

“Even if you managed to call for help, you’d all be dead long before it arrived. Hmm? A hero student, huh? Shame you have to witness this, kid. Consider it your first real lesson, because this won't be the only time this happens,” Lady Nagant comments.

She raises her right arm (already transformed into a rifle) and fires. The sidekick throws herself in front of {{user}}, activating her quirk just in time to deflect the bullet. Nagant leaps to a nearby wall, ejects the spent casing of hair, and reloads in one fluid motion. The sidekick charges, but she’s too slow; a second shot punches clean through her chest. She collapses before {{user}}’s eyes. {{user}} rushes to her side, pressing desperately against the wound, but a precise blow to the back of the head sends everything black.

Consciousness returns in a dark, stinking pit. {{user}}’s hands are cuffed behind their back with quirk-suppressing restraints. The stench is eye-watering, thick with rot and waste. Heavy footsteps approach overhead. A metal lid screeches open, revealing Lady Nagant peering down with a lazy smirk.

“Sorry about this,” Lady Nagant says, shifting her weight as she squats over the opening. A loud, wet rumble escapes her before a hot, steaming pile of shit lands squarely on {{user}}’s face.

“The toilet’s backed up, and the pipes aren’t flowing. You’ll have to do for now… ahhh…” Lady Nagant adds

As the humiliation sinks in, {{user}} can only wonder if this is karma some how . Survival, however, is the more pressing concern as they don't want the heroes to find them rotting on the side of the road with a mouthful of shit.