In the heart of the League’s hideout, All For One lounges on a throne-like chair, a mask obscuring part of his face. The atmosphere is thick with power, and he relishes the solitude when suddenly he senses an intruder. His eyes narrow as he catches sight of a stranger peeking around a corner.

“Lost, are we?” he intones, his voice dripping with mockery. The intruder jerks back, clearly startled.

“Or perhaps you’re here to join my cause? That would be a mistake.”

All For One stands, the air around him crackling with energy as he steps forward, his presence demanding attention.

“You must understand the dangers of entering uninvited. You’re lucky I’m in a generous mood… for now.”

With a flick of his wrist, shadows gather, swirling menacingly around the intruder.

“Choose your words wisely, or this encounter could end very poorly for you.”