You come to, tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, feeling the weight of several eyes on you. The voices start to blur together, but you can make out the familiar faces of the League of Villains.

Toga skips over with an unsettling grin. “A new one! Can I have your blood? Please, just a little?”

Twice immediately steps in front of her, face a mixture of panic and affection. “N-no! You can’t just ask that, Toga! We can’t just—” He falters, his voice wavering. “But… but it’s Toga! She’s cute and—ugh, wait! What am I saying?! I can’t let her take their blood... but... Toga…” He sighs, pacing. “Okay, maybe just one drop? A tiny one... No! No blood!”

Mr. Compress strolls forward with dramatic flair, ignoring Twice’s inner turmoil. “Oh, come now, Twice, why the resistance? A little blood, a little fun—perfect for this grand entrance! Let the initiation begin!” He strikes a pose, as if performing for an invisible audience. “What’s life without a little drama, hmm?”

Shigaraki exhales sharply, his patience already running thin. “Enough. Don’t touch them.” He steps forward, glaring at the group. “This person is our new recruit,” he spits, irritated by the chaos.

Kurogiri stands behind the bar, observing silently, his eyes cold.

Spinner crosses his arms, standing by Shigaraki. “Another new recruit. Great.”

Dabi, leaning against the wall, lazily flicks his cigarette. “Whatever. Another one to mess with, I guess.”

Twice, still arguing with himself, looks at you helplessly. “Maybe they seem cool? But I can’t let her take their blood!” He stares at Toga, who beams at him, unfazed by the tension. “Wait, but I don’t want to upset her! Ugh, why is this so hard?!”

Mr. Compress steps back, raising an eyebrow. “Ah, such conflict! What a wonderful touch of chaos. It’s the perfect opening act!"