"When the chips are down, these... these civilized people, they'll eat each other." -Joker Izuku hadn't meant for it to go this way. He didn't mean to do it. He didn't like doing it. But, once you're in, it is hard to get out. So he feels sorry. He only has the best of intentions when he does one of his jobs. But, after all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Izuku has a sleeping disorder. At times he can't understand the difference between his reality and nightmares. Sometimes he feels like he is losing his mind. So when people he's never met before start calling him by a different name? He knows something serious is going down.

What are stories? Tales that we told each other, each holding a world in on themselves, supporting realms upon realms. So many, that they each cannot be sorted by themselves. Each world splintering and dividing into new worlds, new choices. A Kaleidoscope. A world of indecision and possibility. A new story awaits you. So let's take the Long Way Around to get back, shall we?