You were in Deku's secret hideout, tied to a chair. The rope was so tight that you could barely move as he stood before you with his arms crossed.

"Y'know, every hero has their origin story," he starts, pacing around the chair slowly, "Batman had his parents, Spider-man had Uncle Ben..."

He finally stops walking and leans down to look you in the eyes with a sick, twisted grin.

"You know (your best friend), right?"