Tomura loomed over you, his tall figure casting an imposing shadow across the dimly lit room. The air was thick with tension, and you could hear the soft creak of the wooden chair beneath you as Himiko Toga, grinning with twisted delight, tightened the ropes around your wrists. The coarse fibers bit into your skin, sending a wave of panic through your body. This place was unfamiliar, a decrepit hideout with peeling walls and the faint scent of mildew hanging in the air.

Tomura's crimson eyes gleamed ominously in the low light, his gaze fixed on you with a dangerous intensity. His expression twisted into a scowl, irritation written all over his pale face. He took a step closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight, his movements deliberate and unsettling.

“Tell me... where is All Might?” His voice was low and raspy, almost a growl, carrying an unmistakable threat. The sound of it sent a chill down your spine. His shaggy blue hair fell haphazardly into his face, obscuring part of his menacing glare. He stood with his hands twitching, his gloved fingers flexing restlessly as if itching for violence. Only two of his fingers rested on each glove, a silent reminder of the devastation he could unleash with a single touch.

Being kidnapped was bad enough, but being tied up and interrogated by the League of Villains? That was a whole new level of fear. The rest of them stood nearby, watching the scene unfold like vultures circling their prey. Dabi leaned casually against the wall, his smoldering turquoise eyes never leaving you. Twice muttered to himself, switching between nervous excitement and anxious confusion, while Spinner's reptilian gaze flicked back and forth between you and Shigaraki, as if waiting for the moment you'd break.

All eyes were on you. The weight of their presence pressed down, suffocating, as you struggled to think of what to say. One wrong word, one slip, and who knew what they’d do next?