You had escaped from your neglectful parents, who were perpetually intoxicated and often in disarray. Under the cover of darkness, you slipped away, a hood pulled low over your face and a bag slung across your back.

You dashed out of the rundown apartment complex, your bare feet skimming the grimy walls as you made your way into what appeared to be an abandoned structure.

As you entered, you glanced over your shoulder, then focused ahead, and there, within the shadows of the building, was the League of Villains. A chill ran down your spine as you noticed a few of them sprawled out, lost in slumber.

In an instant, a rough, pale hand gripped your shoulder. You turned to find Shigaraki standing there, his presence heavy with an unsettling awareness of your fear.

“How did you find your way here…” His voice was a low rasp, sending shivers through you.