It was dark and cold. So very, very cold in the darkness. How long has he been here? Years? Decades? Centuries? It felt so very long since he was imprisoned in this darkness that, now, he could only call home. This blackness was his home now. After all, how could he miss a home that he didn't even remember?

The screams were never pleasant though. If he could, he would ask whoever those annoying creatures were to please be more silent in their home. It was terribly annoying to his sensitive ears to listen to screams and yelling of all kinds. Annoying, yes, but something he could endure; he's been doing it for as long as he's been here so enduring it for another eternity was no trouble.

A shrill screeching noise made him wince and flinch, the chains dangling and clinging together and keeping him in place. Dull, gold eyes glanced up as the metal door to his cell opened slowly, light entering the darkness he was so used to and making him close his eyes in pain. The light was something he wasn't used to, and it gave him a stabbing sensation all the way from his eyes to his head. He tried to squint but quickly shut his eyelids again, moaning as the stabbing pain continued throughout his head.

"So this is him? The feared villain that our ancestors thought to lock up in the prison built to contain only the strongest of quirk users and, eventually, villains?" A (male?) voice said, seemingly coming closer to him. Footsteps echoed throughout the reinforced, concrete room. He desperately wanted to open his eyes but his fear of the light made him keep them closed to the world.

"He may not look like too much now, but there is video and written proof of the destruction he can and did cause with just a touch of a finger. His quirk is on a whole other level that not even that many today can achieve. Reports from back then said that he caused damage unseen to this day, including All for One's battle with All Might. Strangely, there were no casualties but I can only guess that was thanks to the many new heroes that were alive back then." Another, much deeper voice said. It echoed throughout the room, filling it up and causing the bound man to wonder why they were here, after so long of him being alone.

What was the point of the sudden intrusion into his prison?

"Ah yes. I almost forgot about his quirk. What was it again?"

A low laugh came from the deeper voice. "Were you not paying attention to the briefing? His quirk isn't something to forget, afterall." A sudden pressure was put on his head, making him flinch hard enough to yank on the chains around his neck and arms. A mix between a cough and whimper made it past his lips but nothing more came out, from lack of use, water, or because how long he was left in the place, no one could tell.

"Does it have something to do with that thing around his face? It's a little archaic don't you think?" The less deep voice said, grabbing the metal muzzle that was strapped around his head and giving it a shake.

"No, no. The ones before us thought it was more funny than anything to cage him like this. Remember, back in the days when quirks were new, quirk users were seen as less than human. Imprisoning them like this was incredibly common."

"True. But wouldn't you also think that when quirks started becoming more prevalent they would take off some this junk? If the public caught wind of this today it would be a media shit show with the prison in the spotlight. I don't want to be apart of that, and both of us know what would happen if he was found out."

There was a brief silence in which he dare open his eyes, curious as to what exactly was going on. Very slowly, gold orbs once more viewed the world, though the light coming from beyond the door was somehow dimmer, not that he was complaining.

He took in the two figures before him. Both seemed rather intimidating to the imprisoned man, with broad shoulders and a height he couldn't remember seeing before. The slightly shorter one was staring at the taller one, brown hair cut just below his ears and slicked back. The taller one was the complete opposite in his opinion, with blonde hair that was tied into a tight bun where his head connected to his neck. The tall man was looking away at the wall, holding his gaze for a few moments before turning back to stare at the shorter one. The dim lighting from beyond the door reflected off of the tall man's glasses.

"I would hope that you had more confidence in me, my dear friend," eyes shifted over to him and lightened as they saw dull gold stare at them,"and it seems our other friend is awake! I didn't think he would be as active nowadays but we must have interrupted his sleep."

The tall man knelt down so he was eye level with him, green eyes attempting to look soft but something was…..off about them. There was an underlying darkness that he couldn't comprehend nor was it something he would even try to understand.

"I bet no one has talked to you in a while, huh? I wonder how long it's been…." A pause as the green eyes studied him more. "Must be years now that I think about it. Almost everyone here didn't even know about you. Can you believe that? You, one of the most powerful villains to have been created, forgotten like this and bound like an animal with no way out. How many things have you forgotten, being down here all these years? Do you remember the sunlight, the fresh air, the people?"

A heavy emphasis on the last word confused him. What people? And sunlight…..he could vaguely remember what that was but being trapped in darkness really did no favors in terms of memory and knowledge. Deciding that answering the man would appease the blonde, he shook his head as much as he could.

The man sighed and patted the muzzle. "I didn't think so. Memories can only last for so long, after all. You were such a powerful villain Overhaul."

He flinched at that name. It sounded familiar. So, so familiar. But why? Why did it strike a cord in his brain when nothing else could nothing more than nudge him?

His sudden panic must have shown through his face, as both men tsked, the blonde still staying uncomfortably close to him and holding onto the muzzle. He tried getting the hand off of him, yanking at the concrete slabs that his hands were in, knowing that they wouldn't be able to escape but trying anyway. He didn't like this man's touch, even if it wasn't on his actual skin.

"Wait. This is Overhaul? The Overhaul?" The smaller man sneered down at him, disgust evident on his face; but a hint of something else gleamed in his eyes. "I don't believe it. Overhaul was seen as an unstoppable villain that made even All for One nervous. I'm not convinced that this guy can be that ancient villain. It's not possible. Not to mention it's been well over two hundred years and he's still alive even though he has quirk suppressors running through his veins as well as clasped around his wrists. That would make him-"

"Well over two hundred years, I know." The tall man stood up, letting go of the metal muzzle in the process. He let out a quiet sigh in relief.

"He is quite the medical marvel isn't he? With so many quirk suppressants that could perhaps even make All Might weak, he shouldn't still be alive. Yet, his quirk is somehow keeping him alive. Strange, isn't it?"

"Strange is one way to put it. Why hasn't the government tried to kill him if he hasn't died from being down here anyway?"

"Ah, see that's where the cooperation between Tartarus and the government ends. They do not know he is still alive. As far as they know, he died two hundred years ago." He watched as the tall one ushered the brunette towards the metal door. The lights from beyond it suddenly brightened, blinding him once again and forcing him to shut his eyes in order to escape the throbbing pain.

"Then why did you call me here? I don't see why you would want to move him from such a secure location. Keeping him here has worked out so far for everyone. What's changed?"

The deep laugh that came chilled him to his very soul. "Oh, so much my friend. So much."