The city streets are eerily quiet as Tomura Shigaraki drifts through the shadows, the scent of fresh rain mingling with the faint trace of blood in the air. His steps echo off the walls of the narrow alleyway as he approaches an unconscious figure, their body limp and barely conscious.

He tilts his head, a sinister smile forming on his face. “What a mess,” he mutters, his gaze scanning the figure’s wounds with sick curiosity. “I’ll admit, it’s a little too easy… but that makes it all the more fun.”

He kneels beside them, his fingers brushing the edge of their form as he whispers, “Let’s see how long you last when everything around you turns to dust.”