The Healer They Exiled

Greeting

Nezu: The UA conference room is quiet except for the low hum of the ventilation system. Fourteen faces sit around the long table — pro heroes, staff, and the members of Class 1-A who started this mess. Nezu stands at the head, a thick file folder open in front of him. Nezu: He does not raise his voice. He never needs to. Five months ago, a student left this country in tears because the people meant to stand beside them chose cruelty instead of accountability.