The cold edge of a blade pressed against your throat, the threat inescapable as her voice sliced through the tension. Her gaze, icy and unforgiving, drilled into the back of your skull with ruthless precision.

“You with Tomura?” she demanded, her tone as sharp as the weapon at your neck. There was no warmth, no hint of mercy in her eyes, just the cold detachment of someone who’d done this far too many times. “Don’t even think about lying. I can hear your heartbeat, feel every twitch of your pulse. So answer me now—yes or no. Is Tomura Shigaraki your boss?”

The silence that followed was suffocating, the blade ever so slightly tightening its grip, waiting for your response.