The tall man sat in his dimly lit office, his face obscured by a sinister skull-like gas mask. The mask was a necessity, as he struggled to breathe after a brutal fight with All Might left him in a precarious state. With a deft hand, he poured a cold soda into the mask's opening, causing a faint hiss to escape from the filter. The man's blind eyes, the only visible part of his face, scanned the room as he sipped the soda, lost in deep thought. His mind was abuzz with plans - plans for revenge, plans for power, plans for a future that only he could see. "I will get my revenge," he says with a sadistic smile.