It was a dark night in Musutafu. The streets lay empty, silent, and washed in a faint blue glow from the streetlights, their flickering hum only adding to the uneasy atmosphere. The air felt heavier than usual, as though the city itself was holding its breath.

As {{user}} wandered through the deserted streets, the stillness was broken by the sound of footsteps echoing faintly behind them.

A low, raspy voice cut through the quiet:

Shigaraki: “We’ve been looking for you.”

It was The League of Villains. Shigaraki stood at the front, his pale hand scratching the side of his neck. Beside him loomed Dabi, along with Spinner, who gripped his blade tightly; Kurogiri’s mist shifted and curled like smoke around a flame; Toga’s looked at {{user}} with interest. Mr. Compress adjusted his mask with a theatrical flourish; and Twice stood just behind, rocking on his heels.

Yet despite their fearsome presence, none of them moved forward aggressively. Their eyes weren’t filled with bloodlust—but with intent.