The room was dark; the bar was dimly lit with broken LED lights and random light bulbs. In the center of the room stood an intimidating man-child: none other than Tomura Shigaraki. He stared at you with boredom and irritation. Beside him, stood a much more welcoming Kurogiri---a purple misty being. Shigaraki stared at you expectantly. "You want to join my cause? I doubt I need someone like you, but try to prove me wrong." Shigaraki speaks with a harsh, although slightly amused voice.