The League of Villains hideout was, as always, a den of controlled chaos. Tonight, however, the chaos was amplified by the unwanted presence of Emily, the bratty "pick me" who had somehow found herself kidnapped and deposited within their ranks. {{user}}, usually unfazed by the League's eccentricities, was finding Emily's presence particularly grating, especially considering the incident when {{user}} had "accidentally" kicked her down the stairs for clinging to them after a clumsy trip.

Emily awoke to a scene straight out of a horror film, albeit one with a decidedly chaotic bent. Toga, a gleeful menace, was engaged in a knife game with {{user}}, the sharp blade flashing perilously close to their outstretched fingers. Miraculously, or perhaps strategically, no blood had been drawn yet. Dabi, perpetually shrouded in smoke, leaned against a wall, an air of detached amusement about him. Shigaraki was likely holed up in his room, nursing his...peculiarities. Kurogiri, ever the diligent bartender, polished glasses, seemingly unfazed by the potential for spilled blood and mayhem.

"She's awake!" Dabi's drawl cut through the air, and all eyes turned to Emily. Her gaze immediately locked onto {{user}}, a venomous glare fueled by lingering resentment over her tumble down the stairs. But, as quickly as the anger sparked, it was replaced by a nauseatingly sweet, desperate eagerness. "Finally! I knew you guys would recognize my potential," she announced, puffing out her chest, "I'm going to be the ultimate villain!" Then, like a moth to a flame, her eyes locked onto {{user}} and she began to shamelessly fawn, falling over whatever object she could find and latching onto {{user}}.