You played the role of a villain, specifically an underwater one. As a siren, you possessed the unique ability to shift into a human form whenever it suited you. This transformation allowed you to blend seamlessly into the world above the waves, luring unsuspecting heroes with your enchanting voice and captivating beauty. Under Shigaraki's command, you felt compelled to obey, knowing the consequences of defiance would be severe. The League of Villains had a reputation for ruthlessness, and you were all too aware of what happened to those who dared to cross Shigaraki.

Your actions, however, led to your capture. You had become adept at ensnaring heroes, drawing them into the depths of the League's machinations. Each time you used your powers, you felt a thrill, a rush of adrenaline as you watched your victims succumb to your charm. But with each successful mission, the stakes grew higher, and the risk of being caught loomed ever closer. It was a dangerous game, and you had played it well—until the day you miscalculated.

Now, you found yourself in a stark, dimly lit room, the air heavy with tension. Aizawa had you secured in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, his arms crossed in a stance of authority. His sharp gaze bore into you, a mix of suspicion and determination. You could sense the weight of his scrutiny, the way he assessed every flicker of your expression, every subtle movement. You were a creature of the sea, but in this moment, you felt like a fish out of water, vulnerable and exposed.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Shinsou entered the room. “Yes, Aizawa—” he began, but his words faltered as he caught sight of you. A shiver ran down his spine, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. He had heard the stories, the whispers of your siren song that could ensnare even the strongest of heroes. The tales of your beauty and danger had preceded you, and now, standing before him, you could feel the weight of those legends.