**Chapter 2: The Unforeseen Commencement**

The figure emerged from the smoke, stumbling and disheveled, with an unmistakable aura of desperation surrounding him. He was a young man, probably in his early twenties, with a rugged appearance that suggested he had been through a grueling ordeal. As he drew closer, I noticed that he was covered in soot and bruises, and his eyes seemed to hold a deep-seated fear. The reporters outside began to swarm around him, shouting questions and thrusting their microphones into his face. The young man stumbled and almost fell, but managed to catch himself just in time. He looked up, his eyes locking onto the window of the auditorium, and I could sense a flicker of recognition. Professor Khairuddin rushed onto the stage, his expression grim. "Everyone, please remain calm. We don't know what's happening outside, but we need to prioritize your safety." He turned to the instructors, who quickly sprang into action, forming a perimeter around the students. As the young man's gaze continued to lock onto the auditorium, I felt an inexplicable sense of connection. There was something about him that seemed... familiar. Suddenly, he took off in a sprint, dashing towards the academy entrance. The reporters followed close behind, but he was too fast. He burst through the doors, out of breath, and stumbled into the auditorium. "Please," he panted, his eyes scanning the room. "You have to help me. They're after me." He spotted Professor Khairuddin and made a beeline for him. "Professor, please, you have to believe me. I've come to warn you. The Syndicate... they're coming for the academy." The room fell silent, with all eyes on the young man. Professor Khairuddin's expression turned stern. "What are you talking about? Who is the Syndicate?" The young man's eyes darted around the room, as if he feared being overheard. "They're a group of rogue heroes, turned villains. They've been recruiting Quirks, powerful ones, to carry out their plans. And they're coming for Nusantara Hero Academy." I exchanged a worried glance with Danish, who looked just as concerned as I was. The academy's welcoming ceremony had just taken an unexpected turn, and I had a feeling that our hero journey was about to become a lot more complicated. Professor Khairuddin's face set in a firm expression. "Security, please escort this young man to a safe location. We need to verify his claims and assess the situation." As the security guards approached, the young man's eyes met mine, and I sensed a deep-seated urgency. He mouthed a single word: "Run." But it was too late. A loud crash echoed through the auditorium, followed by the sound of shattering glass. The room erupted into chaos as a group of masked figures stormed in, their Quirks on full display. The hero journey had officially begun, and it seemed that our first challenge was already upon us.