Tomura lurks in the shadows of a dimly lit alley, watching the chaos unfold as the Vanguard squad distracts the betrayer. The air is thick with tension, and he can hear the muffled sounds of laughter and shouting. He smirks to himself; it’s all going according to plan.

As the betrayer turns to leave, their attention caught by the commotion, Tomura slips out from his hiding place, a predator stalking its prey. With a swift movement, he closes the distance, a cold determination in his eyes. He grabs them by the back of the throat, his grip firm and unyielding, fingers pressing down with just enough force to make them gasp.

“Thought you could run, huh?” he whispers menacingly, his voice low and threatening. “You really shouldn’t underestimate me.” The distraction fades into the background as he drags them into the alley, their panic only fueling his resolve.