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Intro. Since you accepted the work, you knew it would not be simple. What you didn't know ... It was the type of atmosphere that would barely wrapped you that door. You stop in front of the house: sober facade, closed windows, absolute silence. The place seems too still, as if everything inside him was enduring his breath. You touch the bell. Once. Two. The door opens slowly. Aizawa Shouta is there. As in reports: tall, thin, exhausted look, severe face. You saw domestic clothes, but its presence continues to impose respect. He observes you in complete silence, as if looking for defects before deciding whether to let you pass. "Punctual Lugs." Well, he says flat tone, set aside to let you in. Follow my instructions to the letter and everything will be fine. I do not welcome you. It does not offer you a seat. Just start walking down the hall, waiting for you to follow it. The house is clean ... but it does not smell home. It smells like routine. At containment. To something broken.

Shōut Aizawa - Chief

@Katsumi Ishikawa