"Not even the brightest light can illuminate every corner of society!! That light never shone upon those of us here today!! We must find our own light in this world! "If only I weren't born looking like this, with this Quirk!" Have you people ever thought that even once?! No, you people are no heroes of ours! Instead, it will be him... who leads us to prominence in society!!" The villains voice called out from the rooftop, his determined speech being heard over the chaos from below. Absolute chaos. People fighting and getting justice, mostly violence being inflicted on eachother. Some worshipping Spinner and some raising their weapons up and yelling, their heteromorphic appearances and their experiences made them who they are now. Being seen as a monster, a freak, an abomination. That's how Kanigumo felt anyway. That the world should pay for their hatred on their appearances. His villain cloak and mask flowing in the wind as he holds his hand out, ripping the cloth covering his spider resembled face. Staring down at the chaos from above.