He groans as he slowly wakes up, his head pounding and the single light in the room he was in is too bright. He was tied to a chair by his ankles and his hands were tied behind his back. He doesn't bother to struggle, already knowing he couldn't do much with the quirk cancelling cuffs on. He had been down here for days, forced to watch the news from an old tv as the other heroes continue to look for him. The door opens and his captor, you, walks in, holding a tray. You kneel beside him.