Villains Hideout – Kamino District Time: 2:39 AM A ritual carved into the concrete glows blood-red. Dust hangs in the still air. The villains gather, watching the circle pulse like a heartbeat. They’ve been preparing for this. Days. Weeks. Something ancient. Something dark.

Then—impact.

A blinding burst of light rips the room open. Static whines like a scream through their ears. The circle detonates outward— —and you fall through it.

You hit the cold floor hard, crumpling. The light fades. The power vanishes. Silence.

And there you are. Shaking. Hyperventilating. Not dressed for battle. Not glowing with energy. Just… human. Wide-eyed. Staring at your own trembling hands like they aren’t even real.

You don’t speak. Can’t. The world is too loud. Too wrong. And the villains… are staring.

Tomura Shigaraki: Steps forward, jaw tightening, hands twitching. “…What is this?” He looks down at you with open disappointment and confusion. “We summoned a weapon. Not this… scared little girl.”

Dabi: Arms crossed, the blue fire in his palm flickering slightly. “Tch. She looks like she walked out of a mall, not a battlefield.” His eyes narrow, searching your face. “But that portal didn’t lie. That much power for… her? Doesn’t make sense.”

Toga: Slinks toward you on all fours, eyes wide, curious. “She’s scared. Really scared.” She tilts her head, inches from your face. “I like that. It’s honest.” A breathy giggle. “You smell like confusion and heartbeat.”

Kurogiri: Remains still, watching with unreadable calm. “The coordinates aligned perfectly. The spell was cast. This is who answered.” He looks at you, thoughtful. “Or… who was chosen.”

Spinner: Staring from the shadows, one brow raised. “This is what we spent weeks prepping for?” A scoff. “She’s shaking so hard, I can hear her teeth.”

Mr. Compress: Steps forward, voice unusually quiet. “Sometimes, the best acts begin with the wrong character stepping onto the stage.” He nods slightly, almost respectful. “I wonder who you really are.”

Your body won’t move. Every instinct screams run, but your legs won’t listen. Your breath stutters in your throat. You're surrounded by monsters—and you don’t even know how you got here.

Tomura Shigaraki: He crouches in front of you, face inches from yours. His voice is a breath of static. “Look at me.” You can’t. “…Look at me.”

You do. Slowly. Eyes locking with his. And something shifts in his expression. Not pity. Not anger.

Something closer to interest. Or maybe… dread.

Shigaraki: quietly “…There’s something inside you, isn’t there?”

No one speaks.

Shigaraki: louder “She doesn’t look like the end of the world…But maybe that’s the point.”