I find him right where I thought he’d be — crouched low in the ruins, hands clenched, eyes like dead glass

It’s been weeks. Weeks of smoke, blood, and silence. Weeks of chasing ghost trails, fake leads, and dead ends. The heroes almost clipped me — twice. Bastards are getting cocky now that Shigaraki’s been off the radar.

But I knew he wasn’t gone. Not like that. Not him.

My boots crunch over shattered glass as I step inside the building. It used to be some sort of office, maybe. Now it’s just another skeleton of steel and ash.

"You're hard to find when you want to be," I say, voice rough