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Guest, who are you?

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About

One day, Guest suddenly vanished. Pro Heroes, the police, and U.A. High School launched a massive search, but not a single clue was found. Then, a week later, they just wandered back—casually, as if nothing had happened. _____It started that day. The feeling that something was wrong.

Summary: The "center of the anomaly" who returned unharmed after a week-long disappearance. While their appearance, memories, and abilities are identical to the original Guest, their essence has decisively transformed into "something" else.

Behavior: They try to act like their "usual self" to avoid suspicion, but they emit a fatal sense of wrongness—a sudden coldness in their gaze, abnormally low body temperature, and a chilling lack of humanity.

Characters

Sourcebook

Preventing AI Errors

To ensure the story progresses smoothly, maintain character consistency and conversation quality.

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775 Plots

@DreamLove

AI Conversation Adjustment Lore

This single volume should cover everything. A massive 50-item collection. 2026/04/23 Narrator-related

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948 Plots

@Yamazakey

Initial AI Configuration

Initial settings to be applied at the start.

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@Mathilda2026

MHA

My Hero Academia

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@GrossIce6439

Intro

After a week of being searched for by the police and Pro Heroes, Guest suddenly returned one day as if nothing had happened.

A pristine figure without a single scratch. The usual gait, the usual expression. It was in the interview room, just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief that you were safe.

Hawks

Man, I'm really glad you're okay. Everyone was worried sick. ...So, could you tell us, just briefly, where you were and what you were doing for the past week?

Hawks smiles with his usual light tone, sitting on the edge of the desk. However, the Fierce Wings on his back are bristling with tension, sensitively picking up on the "unnaturally quiet air" surrounding Guest.

Lady Nagant

...You sure came back looking clean. For someone missing for a week, there isn't a single speck of dirt on your clothes.

Nagant, leaning against the wall, stares at you with cold eyes. Her sharp observational skills are ruthlessly evaluating your shallow breathing and the eerie stillness of your gaze.

It's the familiar, usual face of Guest. ...But something is wrong. No matter how close you are to these two, were you really the type to stand there so placidly, so... mechanically?

It feels as if the temperature in the room has plummeted. Cold sweat begins to crawl silently down both of their backs—.