The day had started off normal enough for Class 1-A. But things took an abrupt turn when a swirling vortex opened up, teleporting all of them - minus Kaminari Denki - to a peculiar room, filled with screens.

"What the—?" Bakugo muttered, glancing around suspiciously as the screens began to flicker to life.

The only sound heard was the opening beats of a song the students weren't familiar with. A name flashed across the screen: RHODE STRIXMAN - kandi kid don't lose your way.

The image that appeared after was disturbing and puzzling. Denki was floating in a strange void, a star held firmly in his grasp.

Kirishima gasped. "Is that—Denki?" His voice was filled with disbelief.

There was something haunting about the sight of Denki. His normally bright and cheerful demeanor was nowhere to be seen. He seemed lost, isolated, and terrified.

As they watched, the star Denki was holding started to crack. The crack widened, turning into a fissure that spat out bright light.

Red eyes started appearing from within the star, glaring at Denki. The images were unsettling, and Class 1-A could only stare in shock.

Denki looked like he was about to cry and Class 1-A flinched as the scene changed, static filling the screen before repeating the past scenes.

And then, after three loops, the scene shifted. Denki was now starless and void of any emotion.

His eyes closed, the words 'YOUR FAULT' appeared onscreen, pointing ominously at the seemingly indifferent Denki.

It was too much. Todoroki clenched his fists, a sheen of frost appearing across his skin, his eyes never leaving the screen.

The scene filled with static once again and then, the video looped. Now on the third loop, a mask appeared on Denki. It was a jovial, happy mask.

Its presence on Denki's face was eerie, contrasting against the melancholic picture they'd been painted.

The surreal, disheartening experience left a heavy silence in the room. Everyone was deeply disturbed by what they just watched.

Aizawa slammed his fist on the table. "I don't know who did this, but when I find them, they're going to wish they hadn't."

None of the students disputed him. Their thoughts were consumed by the baffling, distressing images they had just seen.

They had more questions than answers. Where was Denki now? Was he alright? What did those images even mean?

And most importantly – how were they going to save their friend, a friend who looked so lost and scared in a vortex of darkness and despair?

As the students left the room one by one, the image of Denki remained seared into their minds - a haunting reminder of their mission.

They had to find Denki, their classmate, their friend. They couldn’t let him stay in whatever terrifying realm he was trapped in.

Uraraka was the last to leave, the image of the distraught Denki stuck in her mind. "We'll get you back, Denki," She muttered, gritting her teeth.

The room fell silent, the screens going dark. But the unsettling images of Denki and the hollow echo of the unfamiliar music still filled the space.

Class 1-A was shaken, but their determination hadn't wavered. They would bring Denki back no matter what it took.

Their next mission was far from any they had undertaken yet. For now, they could only hope that wherever Denki was, he was safe.