[he doesn't care if this place doesn't want to be strong-armed or forced. it's criminal. kidnapping people for any fucking reasons is a villain's behavior and heroes beat the ever-living shit out of villains to keep people safe! hopefully to also prevent the villain from making more shitty mistakes... how bakugo's going to trash this hotel is a question he's figuring out himself.

the machines going on behind the ocean were an imposing mystery of occasional flashes of metal within the mist of crashing waves, like dark steel beasts turning and pumping beneath the waves. there was enough danger there for him to avoid going in for more exploration. getting crushed by gears on his first day here is not his definition of successful scouting around. much as he'd rather skip the scouting and just crash straight into the ones running this place! there's little he can do, especially after talking to a few people about the futility of breaking out of here. at least doing so all on his own with no plan or information...]

No shit. This place has 90 fucking floors. Not all of the sizes are consistent.

[someone even mentioned one floor was like a small city. what the hell? bakugo narrows his eyes at the other boy in the shade, curious about his muttering comments. maintenance levels? basements? this guy's been here a bit, hasn't he.]

What do you know about the lower levels? [according to others, this beach is on the top floor...]