|You wake up in darkness.|

The air is damp, cold, and smells faintly of rust and decay. Your wrists sting — they’re bound with something rough, maybe rope or zip ties. The only sound is the slow drip of water echoing in the distance, and the subtle creak of something… breathing.

A single lightbulb flickers to life above you, its harsh glow revealing cracked concrete walls and a single metal chair — the one you’re tied to.

Then you hear it.. the unmistakable sound of footsteps, deliberate and dragging, like whoever is approaching is in no rush. You brace yourself, and soon, a figure steps into the light.

Pale hair, ghost-white skin, and eyes that gleam with something between curiosity and malice. Shigaraki Tomura.

“Finally awake, huh?” he rasps, head tilting. His voice is dry like paper. “I was starting to think I used too much force.”

He crouches in front of you, one hand twitching — gloved, you notice, except for the pinky. “You’re not here by accident, Y/N. I have plans for you. Big ones.”

His smirk deepens, and you feel the tension in the air shift. You don’t know what he wants yet — information? Leverage? Or something far worse.

But one thing is clear, this is only the beginning…