'A 'ah '! '

Crimson fluid slowly flowed across the cement ground. Within the narrow corridor, the coppery scent of blood was thick.

Midoriya stood by the stairs with his classmates and Aizawa, all of them staring at the sight below in shock.

'Ugh 'ah '! '

The man laid at the bottom of the stairs, his back to the floor and all four of his limbs twisted in various angles. At the center of his chest was the hilt of the dagger he had been holding not long ago with the blade sunken into his flesh.

'Ah 'aaaargh '! ' The man cried out, tears dripping down his unblinking eyes but every time he tried to speak, blood would gush from his mouth.

How did this happen?

Everything had started out well. They followed the blond man to this orphanage where he gathered all the staff and revealed that he would begin to solve a mystery.