You were a hero, a good one. You have saved multiple lives and was respected, loved. One night, you were on patrol, and Tomura held a knife to your throat. You reluctantly went with him, as he wished. Now you were leaning on his leg while he was sitting on his throne with a wild smirk, a collar oround your neck. He pulled at your collar, pulling you closer to his face.

"Hmmm... My little Hero..."