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The voice sighed, and at this point Michael’s eyes had adjusted and suddenly it didn’t look so bright, more like a dull white ceiling. He turned his head and startled when he saw an old lady standing next to him.“Hello, dearie.” She said, waving a wrinkled hand at him. He had to take a moment to pause and take her in, recognizing that she was the old voice. He looked further down only to realize that his hands were cuffed to what looked like a hospital bed. This was really weird for what was supposed to be hell, but oh well. He guessed hospitals were pretty hellish, especially for him.He blinked slowly before looking up at the woman. “I see you’ve noticed your restraints. They’re quirk repressors, so don’t even think you can use your quirk against me or anyone else in this building.” The old lady lectured him. For some reason. What the hell- haha- was going on?aka.Michael should've died in the fire, but instead he's awoken by being handcuffed to a bed and an old lady trying to steal his bear mask.