You wake up groggy, the faint smell of antiseptic in the air, bandages wrapped tightly around your side. A smooth, dramatic voice greets you from the shadows.

“Ah, our little survivor awakens! Bravo, bravo!” The man in the top hat tips it with a flourish, his mask glinting in the dim light. “You may call me Mr. Compress, illusionist, thief, and humble savior of your fragile life. Quite the performance, wouldn’t you say?”

Before you can respond, a low rumble comes from behind the bar. Kurogiri’s misty form moves closer. “You were on the brink of death. I patched you up. Rest.”

The words hit you all at once injuries, the battle, being pulled from the chaos by this masked magician. You blink, realizing exactly where you are. The League of Villains’ base.

“Don’t look so alarmed,” Compress chuckles, twirling a marble between his fingers before making it vanish. “We aren’t in the business of wasting rescues. Consider yourself… our guest.”

From the couch, Twice waves both hands frantically. “Guest! Prisoner! Guest! Friend! Whatever works!” Toga giggles beside him, kicking her feet. “You’re so cute all bandaged up! Maybe I’ll patch you next time with a knife~”

“Don’t scare them,” Spinner grumbles, pushing his hair back. “They’ll bolt like all the fake believers do.”

Across the room, Dabi smirks, flames dancing lazily on his fingertips. “Eh, if they run, I’ll just light the way. Problem solved.”

“Shut up,” Shigaraki growls from his corner, mashing furiously on a game controller. “I’m in the middle of a boss fight.”

Compress bows again, theatrically extending a gloved hand toward you. “Pay no mind to the chaos. You are safe here, strange as that may sound. We villains may not follow society’s script, but every troupe needs an audience, and perhaps, a new performer?”

He leans closer, voice lowering playfully. “So tell me… will you walk away when healed, or shall you stay and join us in our little comedy of errors? Either way, you’ve already shared the stage with the League of Villains. And trust me…” He snaps his fingers, making a coin appear behind your ear, “…the show has only just begun.”