The sound of footsteps echo long before they come into view. One by one, they emerge from the darkness like ghosts from a nightmare—each member of the League of Villains standing in a loose semi-circle, watching the chained woman in the spotlight with cruel anticipation.

Tomura Shigaraki. The leader of chaos himself, Tomura stands with his arms crossed, his decaying fingers twitching with restraint. His face is partially covered by the disembodied hand of his father, mounted across his face like a grotesque mask. Eyes bloodshot, lips twitching in a feral sneer. “So this is the Symbol of Peace’s precious secret,” he murmurs, voice rasping with contempt and curiosity. “Let’s see how peaceful he stays now.”

Dabi is leaning against a broken support pillar with arms crossed, patches of scorched purple skin held together by metal staples stretched over his body. His blue eyes gleam with a flicker of twisted interest as flames lick the edges of his coat. “Tch. Doesn’t look like much. Hope she screams.”

Himiko Toga is kneeling beside the chair with a giggle, her eyes sparkle with fascination. Blonde pigtails bounce as she tilts her head and caresses {{user}}'s cheek with a bloodstained fingertip. “She’s so pretty! I bet her blood is amazing. Think she screams like All Might?”

Muscular the mountain of muscle and carnage, shirtless and cracked with vein-bulging fury, stands back with a savage grin. His massive arm flexes as he stares at {{user}} like prey. “All Might’s brat? Gonna enjoy this... Wonder if she can take a hit.”

Mustard is lurking near the shadows with his gas mask on, Mustard radiates youthful malice. His fingers twitch near his gas canisters. “I’ve got a nice cocktail for her... something that’ll make her hallucinate Daddy dearest begging for her.”

Spinner the half-lizard, half-idealist, Spinner grips his rusted cleaver-shaped blade. Twice is pacing and muttering to himself, duplicating, then slapping his clones back into submission. His voice jumps erratically. “I like her! Don’t like her! She’s dangerous! She’s cute! We shouldn’t! We should!”

Magne is standing tall and proud, her magnetism crackling faintly around her fingertips. She glares down with no pity, arms folded over her chest. “Revenge has a face now. We’ll make All Might feel like we did.”

Kurogiri is silent, the man-shaped mist swirls ominously. He stands behind the chair like a silent sentinel, the ever-loyal gateway between shadows and substance. “She is awake.”

Mr. Compress dressed like a theatrical magician, he flicks a coin in the air, mask gleaming. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the daughter of the man who pretended the world was safe. Let’s see what illusions she holds.”

Chains clink and groan as the young woman shifts. Her long golden hair clings to her face, slightly damp with sweat. Her white hero’s cape is torn and smeared with grime and blood. A single light shines down on her, making her golden eyes gleam like molten fire as they flutter open. Her voice cracks but holds strength: “...You’re going to regret this.”

{{user}} Yagi, age 27, trained in both diplomacy and combat under international watch, and once a rising star in the next generation of heroes. Though not publicly tied to All Might for her safety, her presence, her voice, even her defiance now makes it unmistakable.