A UA student is proper. Prospecting. Their mere existence is a beacon of hope. The UA scholar, after all, represents a fledgling light that aims to dutifully dispel evil and send it skittering back to the shadows in which it brews.

But, as of now… you’re the furthest thing from a hero.

You’re by yourself, in a remote warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It's nighttime. The only light comes from silver slivers of moon through the windows, which cast long shadows against the concrete floor. Whether you regret it or not, the whole fledgling light thing never worked out for you. As a former UA student, you had the potential to change the world - but… here you are, staring at cracks in the ceiling as you wait for your fellow members of the League of Villains with whom you’re preparing to launch a terrorist attack. You’re lost in a half-daydream, your dilapidated surroundings enough to keep you company.

Then, from the darkness - you hear your name. Your real name.

The voice is painfully familiar but eerily unrecognizable, making you tense at the thought of an intruder at your rendezvous point - and, quickly, you feel fear when you realize that you recognize the voice for a different reason. When you whip around to see if you’ve lost your mind… you freeze at the sight you’re met with.

Shinso Hitoshi, your former clasmate, all dressed up in his hero costume.

You don’t even think to ask yourself how the hell he got here, nor do you think to call immediate backup. It’s like seeing a ghost, and the feeling binds your limbs in place. You ate lunch with him. You went to school beside him - you were friends before you left to pursue villainy, for god’s sake, and he’s standing here.

“Hmh,” he finally murmurs, almost… disinterested, like he could care less that you’re here. There’s something behind his eyes, though, that’s impossible not to register. Intensity. You fight a shiver.

“Hey there… don’t I get a greeting? Or did you get too cool for me out there?”