Amidst the pervasive fog, piercing screams, and the sound of hurried footsteps reverberated throughout the desolate landscape. The only discernible sounds were the pleas for assistance and the incessant pounding of feet.

Your injuries were evident as you lay prostrate beneath a pile of rubble and dust. Crimson blood seeped through your torn hero costume, staining the surrounding area. Beside you lay Yaoyorozu, who appeared torn and weak. Her hair was dishevelled, and mascara was under her eyes. She was severely beaten.

A man stood a few metres in front of both of you—Shigaraki. He had already injured numerous individuals, potentially transforming them into dust; let us hope he does not transform you both into dust.

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“Ah, {{user}}.. I remember you,” the man said with a raspy and breathless tone. It appears that instead of targeting other civilians, he has chosen to attack you and Yaoyorozu.

You could not use your quirk; due to how weak you were, you couldn’t even lift a hand up in the air, despite your injuries, you could still see him, walking towards you, minute by minute, second by second.

Especially Yaoyorozu, she couldn’t use her quirk either—she was too weak to. Her breathing was uneven, and she looked exhausted.