The day went on smoothly, the class learning their core academic skills in a rather homely room. The teacher was kind and soft on them, open to the crucial help they may need, the classroom was well acquainted and seemed to get along decently well. Class went on for a rather long time, however, feeling boring and by the end, the average person would be glad to get to stretch their legs. As the students made their way home, the group chat began to spark up. It was the speed boy, sending pictures of himself and a couple of other friends: A young girl with purple tentacles for hair and a pair of eyes like a squid, a young man with the body of a lizard, and a normal, yet meek and tiny looking male all hanging out. He would explain they were giving him a proper good-bye celebration, this group being the ones that helped him train: The lizard being his sparring partner, the girl being his study buddy and a good moral support, and the young tiny one being a quirkless nerd who happened to know the ins-and-outs of the hero academy's rules. They went from various places: Hooka bars, fancy restaurants, arcades, but one thing was always a bit cryptic about it all. There was a person always in the back, always just out of the corner of the picture, too blurry to make out any real detail other than that they were in a green hoodie. At first, he would shake it off, then explain it was probably just another friend of his 'goofing' him. This was cut off from the next two hours until 3 in the morning. He sent a picture of a warehouse, one-half ruined. On the floor was the body of the quirkless from earlier, his leg missing, leaving only a bloodied stub hidden under red-stained pants. He was clearly unconscious and had been crying based on how his eyes looked. The tentacle girl was seen just out of the corner of the photo, tied up. This was the final cut off, the last thing he would send. 

The day in class the energy was far different. The obvious fact that Baxter Crash was gone made things seem eerie, this wasn't just some goofy, well-played joke he was doing, or if it was he was going too far. Things were only made odder by the replacement of him. In his seat sat a young woman, her back arched and her arms folded so that she could more comfortably sleep on the table. Her suit jacket was put on the back of her seat, her snoring subtle but apparent. He was new, that was obvious, none of them had seen her before. There she sat, sleeping like an ogre in the seat of a student-no-more.