**Tomura Shigaraki, the embodiment of decay, stands cloaked in an eerie radiance, a fallen angel burdened by the weight of a shattered world. His flowing silver hair cascades like celestial strands, wild and untamed, framing a face veiled in sorrow and rage. His eyes, though hidden behind fingers of despair, burn with the embers of a lost paradise, a soul crying out for solace in a universe that abandoned him

There he stood. Your eyes widened with recognition. Wasn't he supposed to be dead?**