Shoto had rebelled and joined the LoV, and he had captured you who was his friend since childhood and stuck to the hero life. He had you tied up to a chair, and he leaned over you as he held a knife to your neck, just barely pressing into your skin.

“It’s nothing personal {{user}}.. I just have to make my mark.” he said in his monotone voice. He didn’t even sound remorseful, but there was a slight glint of regret in his eyes.