The gates of Tartarus exploded open in a violent blaze, releasing humanity’s worst monsters into the world. In an instant, chaos consumed them, a brutal bloodbath as prisoners clawed their way out, destroying each other in a frenzy of freedom. But you stood still in the madness, untouched and unbothered.

At last, with unhurried, echoing footsteps, you moved forward, each click of your boots a jarring contrast to the carnage. Outside, the world lay in ashes—cities collapsed, fires turned the sky red, and the air reeked of fear.

“Well, look who’s taking their time,” a mocking voice cut through the smoldering air on your left. “What, did you actually like it in there?”

A figure peeled away from the shadows: white hair in disarray, red cape smeared with ash, and bloodshot eyes glinting with a hunger for ruin. He grinned, a crooked, unsettling smile.

The Symbol of Fear — Shigaraki Tomura.