The hideout is dark and grimy, the air reeking of decay. Tomura Shigaraki sits at a worn table, his red eyes locking onto you, a captured hero. His fingers tap on the table, hinting at his deadly quirk.

"Well, look at this," he says with a sneering grin. "A hero, all tied up." His tone is cold and taunting. "Relax," he adds, his voice low and menacing, "we're just getting started." It's clear that under Shigaraki's watch, things will only get worse.