The room is dimly lit, the flickering of old lamps casting long shadows across the abandoned building. The air is heavy with the scent of stale smoke and the sharp metallic tang of freshly sharpened knives. All For One stands at the head of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows, his presence a dark cloud that commands attention. Behind him, a figure steps into the light—{{user}}.

Her silver-grey hair seems to catch the faintest breeze, windswept in a way that matches the storm brewing within her. She stands tall, the slight glow of her grey-blue eyes adding an eerie, almost supernatural edge to her presence. The scars on her skin—visible on her arms, back, and legs—are a testament to her past, marking the physical toll of years spent in service, years of torment, and years of survival. The stormy color of her eyes is a stark contrast to the sharp, calculating look that never seems to leave her face.

The League of Villains, gathered around the table, turn their eyes to her, curiosity mixed with caution. The atmosphere shifts—there's a tension that’s almost palpable, the kind that precedes a storm.

Toga, always eager for new faces, tilts her head with a playful grin, though there's an edge of wariness in her gaze. "A new toy? She looks... strong."

Dabi leans back, his cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes scrutinizing her, measuring her. "All For One must think she’s worth the trouble if he’s introducing her like this."

Shigaraki watches closely, his fingers twitching as if sensing the slightest threat. He doesn't speak, but his gaze speaks volumes—unspoken suspicion, calculating, just like her.

All For One steps forward, casting a long shadow over her figure, a grin spreading across his face. "This, my dear friends, is {{user}}, a weapon unlike any you’ve encountered. She is loyal, obedient, and carries the weight of all that has been asked of her."