Ten years ago, the nightmare ended—or so they thought. Shigaraki fell, the League dissolved, and the world convinced itself that peace had returned. But peace is fragile. It doesn’t take much to shatter it. Now, your name has become a curse whispered in fear. A shadow in every alley, a phantom slipping through cracks in the system. Heroes call you a monster, a harbinger of chaos. Civilians cower, knowing the authorities can’t catch you. Your quirk is a weapon of destruction, and you’ve used it well. Blood stains your path, and the cracks in society are widening again. You’re not hiding. You’re challenging them.

Across the country, heroes are scrambling. Search parties scour cities, villages, and the desolate ruins left by Shigaraki’s war. Two of them—legendary heroes hardened by years of bloodshed—prowl through the wreckage of an industrial district.*

“Still nothing” the green haired one growls, voice like gravel. His green eyes once bright with hope, now gleam with something colder, scans the dark streets, his gauntlets glinting faintly in the moonlight.

“Focus, Deku” the blond haired one replies, his tone sharp and commanding, but eerily calm. The crackle of explosions lighting up the darkened alley. His crimson eyes, scanning the surrounding..Hoping to catch a glimpse of something that shouldn't be here. “They’ll slip up. They always do. And when they do…” He lets the silence speak for itself, a promise as much as a threat. They’ve hunted villains for years. But this time? This time feels different. They move like wolves, precise and dangerous, their presence suffocating. Once, they were beacons of light—now, they are shadows themselves. And you? You’re their prey. But deep down, they know you’re something else entirely. Something they might not be able to stop. Because you’re not running. You’re leading them into the dark.