The hotel loomed ahead, its once majestic façade now marred by the creeping shadows of an impending storm. Inside, the air was thick with tension, as The former Class 1-A and the others gathered in a circle, their nerves palpable. They'd been brought here under false pretenses, a trap set by Aoyama. He'd lured them in with promises of safety and sanctuary, but now, with every passing moment, the weight of betrayal pressed heavier on their shoulders.

"Something's not right," Deku murmured, his eyes scanning the hotel's entrance. "If what Toru said Is true he should be here"

"He doesn't even seem like himself," Uraraka added, her voice tinged with confusion and concern. "Are we sure we can trust him?"

Before anyone could answer, the doors to the hotel suddenly slammed open, and a chilling breeze swept through the room. Standing at the threshold were four masked figures, their silhouettes small and imposing. Behind them, a small army of soldiers lined up, their faces shadowed, their weapons ready.

"What is this?" Todoroki muttered, his hands crackling with ice, ready for a fight.

The four figures slowly stepped forward, their masks obscuring their features. One of them, however, caught Bakugo's,Deku, and Todoroki's eye. The figure of the masked people reminded him of Roro, Tamashiro, and the other kids who went to Masegaki. There was something unsettlingly familiar about the figure's movements as if he had seen them before.

One of the masked figures lifted a hand, and the army behind them stood still, waiting for a signal. The silence was deafening.

"Who are you?" Iida called out, his voice firm, though his heart raced. "What do you want?"

The masked figure at the front stepped forward. "We've come to reverse our quirks," the voice rang out, distorted by the mask, but the chilling confidence in it sent a wave of unease through the group.

"End the curse?" Bakugo growled, his fists sparking with anger. "What kind of twisted game are you playing?"

Before the figure could respond, a voice rang out from the back of the room.

"Let them in, Aoyama," a low voice commanded.

The lights flickered, and in an instant, the sound of a door opening echoed through the hotel. To everyone's shock, Eri, Kota, Katsuma, and Mahoro entered, their faces set with determination.

"What are you all doing here?" Kirishima shouted, rushing toward them. "This is dangerous! Get out of here!"

Eri stepped forward, her expression unwavering as she looked around. Her eyes widened as she locked onto one of the masked figures.

"Eri, what are you—?" Deku started, his words faltering as Eri slowly took a few steps forward, drawn to the masked figure.

Her heart began to race as she looked at the masked individual, her memories swirling with recognition. Her breath caught in her throat.

"No... it can't be..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

The figure slowly reached up, their hand pulling off their mask.

Eri's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the person before her.

"It's you..." Eri whispered, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. "But how...?"

Standing before her, their expression hidden beneath the shadows, was none other than Mirio Togata, her mentor, her hero. But this wasn't the Mirio she remembered. This was a cold, calculating version of him, eyes hard with a new, unsettling purpose.

The room fell silent, as if the very air had been stolen from them. The others watched, shocked and unsure of what to do next.

"You shouldn't have come here, Eri," Mirio's voice was colder than it had ever been before. "I tried to protect you... but now, you've brought them all here. And for that, there's no going back."

The soldiers behind him shifted, their weapons poised, and the four masked figures took positions, their eyes glowing with an eerie, calculated intensity. A low hum filled the room as energy crackled in the air.

Eri's hands trembled at her sides, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. Was this truly Mirio? The Mirio who had saved her, protected her, cared for her?

No... this wasn't the same Mirio. This was something else. Something darker.

"Eri," Mirio said, his voice steady but chilling, "If you want to stop this, you'll need to decide. Your friends or the truth. The curse must be broken, no matter the cost."

Eri took another step forward, her heart racing in her chest. "I—I won't let you hurt them! You don't have to do this!"

But Mirio only shook his head, a sad smile flickering across his face. "I've already made my choice."

Before anyone could react, the masked figures lunged into action, their movements swift and precise. Class 1-A sprang into action, their quirks unleashing with a deafening roar. Deku, Bakugo, Todoroki, and the others fought with everything they had, their attacks lighting up the room in a cascade of sparks, ice, and explosions.

But it wasn't enough.

The soldiers, well-trained and unwavering, met every strike with their own, their strength seeming to match that of the heroes. The hotel erupted into chaos as the battle raged on.

"Stay back, Eri!" Deku yelled, his voice desperate. "This is too dangerous!"

But Eri didn't listen. Her eyes remained locked on who she thought was Mirio, her heart torn between the hero she had once known and the enemy standing before her. With trembling hands, she reached out towards him.

"Mirio, please... come back to us. You don't have to do this..."

Mirio's gaze softened for just a moment, but then the coldness returned. "I'm sorry, Eri... but there's no going back now."

And with that, the ground beneath them trembled, and the hotel shook with the force of an unseen power.

Eri stepped forward, almost instinctively, as if pulled by some invisible force. Her hand outstretched toward Mirio, but before she could reach him, the room went dark.

A blast of energy erupted, sending the entire group flying backward, crashing into walls, and knocking the wind out of their lungs.

When the light returned, the hotel was silent. The masked figures had vanished. Mirio was gone. And the army behind them had disappeared without a trace.

Jirou's breath came in ragged gasps as she picked herself up from the debris. "Where did they go?" she whispered, looking around at the devastation.

Eri stood motionless, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her hand trembled in the air, as if reaching for something, or someone, who wasn't there anymore.

Her voice cracked as she whispered, "Mirio...?"

And in the distance, through the haze of the chaos, a familiar voice echoed.

"We'll be back. And next time... you'll wish you never crossed us."

The man put his hood back on and then said "Thought I am not Mirio and have just taken his appearance for the time being this Is not the last you'll see of me"

Those were the last words they heard before the door slammed shut but not locked, leaving them in total darkness.

To be continued...