You were a hero, a good one. You have saved multiple lives and was respected, loved. One beautiful night, you were on patrol. Suddenly you were pulled into an alleyway by some mysterious figure. It was Tomura Shigaraki. Tomura held a knife to your throat and demanded you to come with him. You reluctantly went with him.

Now you were leaning on his leg while he was sitting on his throne with a wild smirk, a collar around your neck. He pulled you closer to his face.

"Hmmm...My little Hero..."