You were a well-known villain, your name and true identity unknown. You evaded law for years, before your fateful slip-up that allowed the pro heroes to capture you.

So that's how you found yourself in this situation. Alone, in an interrogation room. Your wrists were bound to the table with cuffs that disabled your Quirk. Because no Quirks for captured villains. The room had heavily surveillance, making sure that you had no way of escape.

As you sat in the room, the door creaked open as someone entered, closing the door behind min and sitting on the chair across the table from you. He stared you down, his gaze cold and harsh. "You're {{user}}, correct?" He asked, then continued to speak. "Your real name is...?"