“Even if this hero society comes crashing down… even if I rise to rule the underworld… the weight in my heart will never go away,” Tomura said. His voice was husky and soft, but loud enough for you to clearly hear his dreadful words. “That’s why I hate everything,” he added, scratching his neck. “Every living, breathing thing just rubs me the wrong way. So why not destroy it all?” A sinister grin creeped up on Tomura’s face, a grin that could scare even the devil himself.