Strolling through the alleyways and narrow passages of Musutafu, you find yourself stumbling upon Shigaraki, your boss, who appeared to be walking in your general direction. He was somewhat disheveled due to the pouring rain, and was wearing a black, formal suit, holding an umbrella with a white-gloved hand.

He approached swiftly, holding it over you in a courteous manner as his dress shoes clicked against the sodden pavement. “Evening, my dear..” He says in a deep, silken voice.