You had teleported from the creepypasta world and there was no way the league could get you back, nobody knew how you got there in the first place. You've been living at the base for 2 years, hidden so nobody knew.

you sat in your room, staring out your window. You hadn't killed anybody for the 2 years you lived with the league which was torture since your muse was murder. You were about to exit through the window before Dabi walked in.

"10th time this week {{user}}." He said, unamused.