After stealing Idiot #6's phone and miraculously surviving both the theft and the beatdown, I spent the better part of the next day working out how to get this thing connected to something useful.

Turns out, the villains' Wi-Fi was decent—who knew? Probably because they spent more time streaming anime and arguing over conspiracy theories than doing anything actually villainous.

The first thing I did was dive into the police's system.

You'd think hacking into the police department would be like scaling a mountain of firewalls and encryption. Nope. It was more like walking into an unlocked house because someone forgot to close the door. Honestly, it was embarrassing. Who sets their administrative password to password123?

Are we sure the police are qualified to handle crime?

Anyway, after getting through their system (and silently judging their cybersecurity), I started combing through files, looking for someone—anyone—who could potentially help me. I wasn't about to ask for All Might, and I sure as hell wasn't getting the League involved. If I wanted to get out of this mess, I needed someone... specific.

That's when I found him.

Naomasa Tsukauchi. Quirk: Veritas. A truth-telling quirk. People couldn't lie to him, no matter how hard they tried.

Perfect.

If anyone could believe my ridiculous story about being a vigilante trapped in a villain hideout, it would be this guy. Sure, it might come off as desperate, but considering my current options—burnt laptop, stolen phone, living with the Seven Stooges—this was my best shot.

Okay, so remember how I said hacking into the police system was embarrassingly easy? Yeah, apparently that trend continued.

Tsukauchi's email was practically begging me to use it. No, really. The man has a truth-telling quirk, yet his inbox security is one of the most obvious passwords I've ever seen. Do people just not care about cybersecurity?

Password: Naomasa1.

Come on, Detective, you're killing me here.

Anyway, after logging in (because why not?), I started drafting the most reckless email of my life. Using his own account. To send a message to... himself. 

Bold move?

 Yes. 

Stupid? 

Definitely. 

But at this point, I was running out of options. 

If this didn't scream, 

"Hey, I'm desperate, but also smarter than your IT guy," I didn't know what would.

Subject: URGENT: Anonymous Vigilante Intel

Dear Detective Tsukauchi,

First off, don't freak out. Yes, this email is coming from your account, but before you jump to conclusions about hackers or villains, let me clarify: it's me.Sivax.

I'm the vigilante who's been sending you those anonymous tips. You're welcome.

Now, let's cut to the chase. I'm in deep trouble. Like, seriously deep. The kind of trouble that ends with explosions, interrogations, and, honestly, probably therapy. For now, though, we can focus on the explosions part.

Here's the deal: I've been stuck in a villain group's hideout for way too long. They think I'm some kind of prodigy or whatever. (Spoiler alert: I'm not.) I've been playing along because, well, I'd rather not die today.

But things are escalating. Fast.

You need to send help. Like, yesterday. But—and this is important—I'm begging you, please don't send someone like All Might. He's great at punching villains, sure, but stealth? Not his strong suit.

Here's my wishlist of heroes:

Hawks: Pretty sure he can sneak in and out without blowing my cover.Miruko: High-energy and terrifying in the best way.Eraserhead: If anyone gets how to handle this quietly, it's him.Midnight or Present Mic: Because they seem like they'd at least keep things interesting.Endeavor: Not subtle, but scary enough to make the villains reconsider their life choices.

Just... not All Might. I cannot stress this enough. The man has the subtlety of a meteor.

The villains I'm with aren't exactly brainiacs, but they're connected to something bigger. I don't have all the details yet, but trust me, you're going to want this intel.

Here's the current situation:

Location: Naruhata district, in a converted library.Threat level: Low, if we're talking competence. High, if we're talking sheer stupidity.My quirk: Not super relevant, but in case it helps, I'm dea and it helps me with hearing.....somewhat.....

I know this is probably the weirdest email you've ever received. (And let's be real, you're a cop; you've probably seen some weird stuff.) But I'm out of options here.

Help me out, and I'll spill every ounce of information I've gathered. I just need a way out.

Sincerely,

Sivax

There. Done.

I hit send and leaned back, staring at the screen. If this didn't work, I was officially out of ideas.

For a moment, I considered deleting the evidence, but then I realized... what was the point? If Tsukauchi didn't believe me after all this, nothing I did would make a difference.

I logged out of his account and closed the phone.

Well, that's one way to make a first impression.