"Are they ready?" A tall beefy man in a suit asked. His face was deformed, and all but a mouth was missing. Tubes were in different parts of his body; even a large pipe was inserted in the center of his throat. Five years. Five years ago, he was beaten almost beyond repair, and until three years ago, he had to heal at a much slower rate. He was standing next to a much smaller man in a dimly lit lab. The room was filled with a very eerie aura. He had bizarre goggles, silver hair all around the sides and back of his head, and a lab coat. Both were facing three large containers filled to the brim with a strange teal liquid. Three silhouettes were floating in these containers.
"Not yet, but they will be soon," the other man had said. He was proud of his work. He was helping his boss achieve his dream, and his boss was helping him achieve his own.
"Perfect," the first man said with a gigantic smirk daubed across his face.
"When will we attack?"
"Soon."
"When should I have them ready?"
"Have them ready in three months. We will start their training then." The faceless man's smirk was still plastered on his face. "They will be a huge threat for the heroes… Get ready All Might, your death is near," He walks away back to his chair to rest. Even after almost five years, he still did not have all his strength back, "Keep me posted. I want constant updates on their progress."
"Will do, sir," The man in the lab coat said. And then, his boss disappeared into the darkness while he turned his attention to the three floating figures and their files. "You will be my finest creations."
