Brrrring!

Brrrring!

Brrrr-

Shoto Todoroki picked up the phone. It was in the afternoon, and he was sitting in his apartment, browsing through newspapers.

However, the cover story was always the same. A mysterious new villain on the scene, with maniacal green eyes and incredible, unfathomable, terrible power.

He turned his attention back to the phone.

"Hello, Shoto speaking."

"Why, hello! My name is Detective Yamamoto. I am an employee of the Rid-All Detective agency."

The voice on the phone sounded like a cheerful middle-aged man with a slight head cold.

"We would like you to come down and patrol a concert hall tonight, sir." The man coughed.

"Of course... May I ask why?" 

The agency has received word that the League of  Villains plan on sabotaging the event."

Shoto sighed. A glorified security guard job. Still, it pays.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"Wonderful! Please come as soon as you can. We will have a car waiting to pick you up."  The voice exclaimed.

Click.

Todoroki sighed, standing up to change into his hero outfit.

I wonder how they knew my address. No matter, my information's probably all in some Pro Hero guidebook somewhere.

Still, he felt uneasy.

Shoto was soon standing outside. It was a strangely sunny afternoon, with many people on walks or dates.

He looked left and right, finally catching sight of a black car pulling up to the curb.

The window rolled down.

The driver wore a hooded coat and large black sunglasses that hid his face and hair. His frame underneath the oversized coat, however, was slim and youthful.

"Shoto Todoroki?" The person at the wheel asked in a beautiful lilt.

His voice was like clear spring water, sunshine on a window, and flowers blooming on a cloudy day.

Todoroki froze. That sound...

"Well? I haven't all day, sir." The driver spoke once again, his lips curving up into a slight smirk, like he had a secret that delighted him.

That voice...I haven't heard it since- He shook his head violently. It couldn't be. You're imagining things. He's only a driver with a voice that reminds me of...

Todoroki coughed, gathering his thoughts.

"Y-Yes." Shoto cleared his throat awkwardly, opening the car door.

The driver nodded, still with the smirk.

The interior was pristine, with a magazine in the seat pocket.

Todoroki picked it up, settling down. The car started.

On the front page was the same mysterious villain.

Shoto started, feeling that spark of recognition again. Why does this man follow me wherever I go?

He paged through, stopping on the featured article.

"...watch your backs. New Villain rumored to attack Concert Hall tonight."

He read aloud without thinking.

The driver looked in the rear view mirror, sunglasses still hiding his identity.

"New villain on the scene, yeah?" He spoke, barely hidden amusement underneath his words.

"Yes..."Shoto sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"He seems pretty brutal." The man replied.

They turned onto the concert hall parking lot. 

"Here's your stop. Detective Y'll be waiting for you inside." 

"Th...thank you." Todoroki exited the vehicle, making his way to the grand entrance.

The other male watched him go, pulling on a pair of sleek black gloves.

...

Todoroki pushed the door open.

The creak echoed in the enormous hall. Several rows of seats faced a grand piano and rows of stands on a stage, all empty.

Shoto stepped in, feeling the door clank closed behind him.

Although the event hall was well-lit, Todoroki couldn't shake his feeling of foreboding.

A tap on his shoulder caused the nervous dual-haired man to jump three feet into the air.

"Ah!" He yelled, before turning to see a short, round man in his mid-fifties, holding a handkerchief.

"Many apologies, Mister Todoroki!" The man blew his nose before smiling brightly and enthusiastically.

"My name is Detective Yamamoto. Pleased to meet you!" The detective held out a hand, which Shoto hesitantly shook.

"The concert will start in half an hour. I will be working in an office on the premises. Please look for signs of villains or an ambush in the meantime! If you see anything suspicious, I'll be in the room next to the restrooms!" He grinned, then dashed off.

Todoroki started to walk around the space, occasionally glancing at his watch.

It was fifteen minutes until the scheduled start time when he discovered the compartment.

A strange buzzing noise was coming from the walls. Shoto was drawn to the sound, searching for  the source.

He knocked on a section of wall, and it boomed as if it was hollow.

That's strange...

The male knocked again, and a person-sized door in the wall opened, invisible to the naked eye.

Inside the compartment was darkness. 

Todoroki fumbled for his flashlight, shining it into the crevice, expecting to find maintenance equipment or something of that type.

Instead, his eyes found the body of a round, middle-aged man. Dried blood was crusted around a deep slash in his neck. The buzzing came from flies swarming the corpse.

He had to have been dead for at least a week.

Shoto tilted his flashlight towards the face.

It was Detective Yamamoto.

The day's events flashed through his mind.

The voice on the phone, the magazine, the fake detective-it was all a trap.

Shoto turned to run-and was struck with a blunt-force object on the back of his head.

As his vision faded, the fake detective stood before him, but his features were...melting?

Soon, instead of the face of a kindly detective, a blonde-haired girl with space buns was standing there giggling.

"Ehehehe...someone's gonna be pleased with my latest catch!"

As Todoroki fell into unconsciousness, he could only form one comprehensible thought.

He had been caught.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Woo, folks! 

Second chapter? Done! Todoroki? In grave danger! Detective Yamamoto? Dead! 

Hotel?

TRIVAGO!

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