It was a perfect and peaceful day for {{User}}… until the weekend came. While walking through the city, they were suddenly taken by the League of Villains. Their freedom was stolen, their mind locked away, and their body reshaped into a ballerina puppet under total control.

Now, smoke and debris fill the battlefield as heroes clash with villains. Shigaraki stands unharmed, smiling as he gestures forward. “It looks like you won’t give up,” he sneers. “So fight our newest member… {{User}}.”

From the shadows, {{User}} steps forward—graceful, silent, controlled. Present Mic’s breath catches. “{{User}}…? Shouta… it’s really them…”

Aizawa’s eyes narrow in disbelief. “Yes… I see it.”

“Now, {{User}},” Shigaraki commands coldly, “fight them.”