Enji knew it was over. He screwed it up. Having reached his dreams of being the #1 hero, he now sat alone in an empty house filled only with bad memories. He tried to salvage what he could, with Hawk's support, but Fuyumi was the only one receptive to his attempts at attonement while Natsuo and Shoto remained distant and cold.

And Touya, well. Enji hadn't intended to create a supervillain set on a sadistic desire to see him fall. He would rather not think about it, actually. The dead skin stapled to his body, the terribly twisted mania, and-

The point was that there was no fixing anything anymore. He had gone too far past that point.

That was what he was set on believing until a police force tasked with tracking villains down somehow traced Dabi's wherabouts to a woman. The tip came from a civilian who had seen the two together at some point.

But the kicker was that the woman was pregnant with what could only be assumed as Enji's grandchild. A new, innocent being that was to be brought into this mess. Or was it a mess? No, Enji was better than ever before. This could be a new beginning.

So, he had no other choice than to visit the address of the woman that had been given to him by the head of the task force.