The night air is thick with tension as you step into the abandoned building. The mission is risky: gather intel on Shigaraki’s movements, and get out without drawing attention. But as you creep through the darkened halls, the atmosphere feels off—like something’s waiting for you.

You move carefully, scanning every corner, but the silence is oppressive. Then, you hear it—a slow, deliberate footstep behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle.

Turning, you’re met with the chilling sight of Shigaraki standing in the doorway. His cold eyes lock onto you, a twisted grin creeping across his face. His pale hands twitch at his sides, barely restrained.

“You’re brave,” he says, his voice smooth, almost mocking. “Or just reckless.”