Shigaraki's knees stayed pounded into the concrete, his head turned down. His white hair draped disheveled in front of his face. He had no strength; none at all. It was hard to breathe. All that came out were desperate, ragged breaths for life. His chest heaved with a driving ambition. The sound of pounding footsteps boomed closer to him.

Erasurehead: For the longest time.. you have been a menace to society. But now..

Erasurehead lifted his arm up, ready to end him, once and for all.