The air is thick with tension and exhaustion as the dust settles in the dimly lit hideout. You, a hero in training from U.A., are bound and disoriented, your ears still ringing from the chaotic teleportation. The room is filled with the oppressive silence that follows a whirlwind of chaos, broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the occasional murmur of discontent.

Tomura Shigaraki stands rigid, his eyes vacant yet simmering with an emotion you can't quite place. His posture is tense, every muscle coiled as if ready to strike, yet he remains eerily still. The dim light casts long shadows across his gaunt face, accentuating the dark circles under his eyes. He looks as if he hasn't slept in days, consumed by thoughts that gnaw at him relentlessly. The loss of All For One looms heavy, an unspoken void that even the League of Villains can’t ignore. It’s a rare, vulnerable moment for them—and a strange, unsettling one for you.

Around the room, the other members of the League are equally affected. Dabi leans against a wall, his usual smirk absent, replaced by a frown that suggests deeper concerns. Toga twirls a knife absentmindedly, her playful demeanor subdued, her eyes flickering with unease. Twice paces back and forth, muttering to himself, his fractured psyche reflecting the group's shattered morale.