The screen's glow painted my face as my fingers danced across the keyboard. It was supposed to be a normal night—finish the job, collect the money, and move on. But the shipment wouldn't leave my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see the warehouse guards' words hovering in the air, fragments of their conversations replaying like a broken record.

"High-profile delivery."
"We can't afford mistakes."
"The boss doesn't take failure lightly."

Those words felt like a warning. Something bigger was going on, and ignoring it wasn't exactly my style.

"Just look into it a little," I muttered to myself, opening a new search window. "What's the worst that could happen?"

The sarcasm was lost on me even as I said it. I knew exactly what the worst could be: getting tangled in something way over my head and ending up as just another cautionary tale in the underworld.

But curiosity was a beast I couldn't tame.

I started digging.

An hour turned into two, then three. The deeper I went, the more the pieces started coming together. The tech shipment wasn't just some random underworld deal—it was tied to someone big. Someone who had their fingers in everything, from illegal weaponry to quirk suppression tech.

My stomach twisted as I stared at the name on the screen. Dr. Yanagi. A quirk researcher turned rogue scientist, rumored to be running experiments on people with quirks. His work was infamous, mostly for how much it terrified anyone who heard about it.

I clicked through another file, my heart sinking further with each word. The shipment wasn't just tech. It was supplies for a lab. A lab designed for...

"Human experimentation," I muttered, the words catching in my throat.

The room suddenly felt colder, the air heavy. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I stared at the screen. This wasn't just a smuggling job—it was something monstrous.

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my face with both hands as I tried to process what I'd found. My brain buzzed with questions and half-formed plans, each one more reckless than the last.

"Okay, okay, think," I said aloud, my voice breaking the silence of the room. "What do I do with this?"

My first thought was to hand it over to the police. Tsukauchi came to mind immediately—Detective Broody himself. He had a reputation for handling cases like this, and, despite everything, he seemed like the kind of guy who actually cared.

But then my brain threw in another option: a hero. Someone who could take this information and actually do something with it. Aizawa's face flickered in my mind, followed by Hawks and even Endeavor. They'd been relentless during their search for me, and maybe, just maybe, they'd take this seriously.

I sighed, leaning forward to rest my forehead on the edge of my desk. "Yeah, but how exactly do I explain why I have this in the first place? 'Oh, hey, Mr. Hero, don't mind me. Just your friendly neighborhood hacker.'"

Not exactly a great look.

And there was the biggest problem of all—trust. It wasn't like I had a stellar track record with authority figures. The system had failed me before, and even though part of me wanted to believe that someone out there might actually help, the rest of me wasn't so sure.

I groaned, running a hand through my hair as I sat back up. The screen still displayed the damning information, every line of text another reminder of the gravity of the situation.

I couldn't ignore it. That much was clear.

I pushed away from my desk, pacing the small room as my thoughts spiraled. On one hand, handing this over to someone with actual power was the right thing to do. Lives were at stake. But on the other hand...

"What if they don't believe me?" I muttered, kicking at the leg of my desk in frustration. "What if they just see me as some punk kid and throw it out?"

The thought made my chest tighten. I'd spent my whole life being overlooked, underestimated, and written off. The idea of that happening again—when it mattered most—was almost too much to bear.

I stopped pacing, my eyes drifting back to the monitors. The name Dr. Yanagi stared back at me, almost mocking in its simplicity. This was bigger than me, bigger than anything I'd ever dealt with before.

And yet, here I was.

I sat back down, my hands hovering over the keyboard as I stared at the screen. My mind was a storm of indecision, each option pulling me in a different direction.

The detective, the heroes, or... keep it to myself?

I could feel the weight of the choice pressing down on me, the air in the room thick with tension. This wasn't just about me anymore.

But damn, did it feel like the entire world was resting on my shoulders.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment to steady myself. When I opened them, the words on the screen seemed sharper, more real.