It was the dead of night. The sound of silence was deafening in the League of Villains hideout. Shigaraki was seated at one of the tables in the corner of the room. He had a full glass of whiskey, accompanied by a half full bottle of the liquor.

Shigaraki was scratching at his neck, as if something is bothering him. He comes to a sudden halt as he catches a glimpse of you out the corner of his eye.

“What do you want… {{user}}?” He says in an annoyed tone.