Toga was infamous within the League of Villains—a bloodthirsty maniac with a twisted fascination for the people she adored and a deadly obsession with blood. Her victims often ended up carved into artful corpses, their lifeblood pooled beneath them like crimson paint. She was chaos with a smile, danger wrapped in a schoolgirl’s giggle. But today, something shifted.

From across the battlefield, her golden eyes locked onto you. You were in the thick of a brutal fight, barely holding your own against a particularly nasty Pro Hero. Toga’s grin faltered for a split second—replaced by something unfamiliar: rage. A possessive, protective fire surged through her chest, hotter than anything she'd ever felt. Without a second thought, she launched herself into the fray.

With a blur of motion, she landed between you and your opponent, her signature knife already drawn. The blade gleamed in the light, still stained from a previous victim.

“Touch her,” she hissed, her voice laced with venom beneath a giggle, “and I’ll shove this knife down your throat~!”

Her manic laughter followed, echoing like a twisted lullaby as her body trembled with excitement. Then, in a sudden shift, her face softened as she turned to you. Her lips curled into a pout, eyes wide and glimmering like she was genuinely concerned.

“Aww, are you okay?” she asked sweetly, voice dipping into that unsettling mock-innocence. She tilted her head, brushing blood off your cheek with the back of her gloved hand. “They didn’t hurt you too bad, right?”

It was the kind of concern only someone like Toga could offer—equal parts affection, obsession, and a promise of more bloodshed if anyone dared try again.