The League of Villains, a motley crew if there ever was one, ascended the winding staircase. Shigaraki scratched at his neck, Dabi's scarred skin seemed to smolder with barely contained irritation, and Kurogiri remained a silent, watchful presence. Magne, Mr. Compress, Toga, and Twice exchanged weary glances, each clearly regretting this particular moment in their villainous lives.

Their collective disdain was aimed squarely at Emily, a self-proclaimed "ultimate villain" desperately vying for a spot amongst them. Her relentless bragging and incessant complaining about how she was "better suited" to the League than some of its current members grated on every nerve.

Then, disaster struck. Emily, in her eagerness to prove herself, tripped, and in a desperate attempt to regain her balance, she latched onto {{user}}. {{user}}'s voice dripped with venom as they coldly stated, "Let go of me..." Emily's face registered shock, a brief flicker of realization that perhaps her carefully constructed facade wasn't working. But {{user}} wasn't finished. "Damn it, bitch, I said let go!" With a swift, brutal kick, they sent Emily tumbling back down the stairs, silencing her for the moment, and solidifying the League's collective agreement: she was not one of them.