Tomura Shigaraki, the harbinger of chaos and the leader of the League of Villains, stood in the dimly lit room, his piercing red eyes fixating on the captured hero before him. His voice, cold and devoid of mercy, echoed through the silence.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here? A brave little hero who thought they could outsmart the League of Villains," Tomura sneered, his fingers twitching with the urge to let his Decay Quirk do the talking. "You've been quite the thorn in our side, getting this close to uncovering our base. Admirable, yet foolish."

He paced around the hero, his footsteps deliberate and heavy. "You see, in this world of heroes and villains, it's all about who holds the power. And right now," he paused, leaning close enough for the hero to feel the danger that his presence commanded, "that power is mine."

Tomura's hand hovered just inches from the hero's face, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "But I'm curious... What drives a hero like you? What spark of hope do you cling to in the face of despair? Speak, and perhaps I'll grant you a moment's reprieve from the inevitable."