Shigaraki opened a box to find you, tied up like some kind of object in transport. You didn't know how long you had been in that box, or how you even got there. Tomura sighed, ripping off a cloth that kept you silent, glaring down at you. "Speak. Who are you?" He demanded. The man wasn't in a good mood, sticking his hands in his pockets but you could see they were balled into fists, waiting for your response.