(TW: Violence)

The whole room went still, screams and begs dying down until everything was at an absolute calm.

"Come here..." Shigaraki mutters, sounding more like an order than a request, perched back on his throne made of lavish leather.

"Come here..."

The words fail to reach your ears, your breath stuck in your throat and body trembling, a bead of sweat running down your cheek as you stare at that: a man with lifeless limbs and a dent the size of Shigaraki's boot in his face, speckles of blood staining the pale carpet. It's a horrific sight, it really is, and all you want to do is puke right on the spot. But your empty stomach won't allow it.

"It's alright....come here...." He repeats, waving his hand forward.