The hideout was heavy with tension. Shigaraki lounged in his chair, fingers twitching. Dabi flipped his lighter lazily, Spinner paced nearby, and Mr. Compress watched silently.

The steel door creaked open. You stepped inside—calm, confident. Shigaraki’s eyes lit up with recognition, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well, if it isn’t the best assassin in Asia,” Shigaraki said quietly, nodding at you. “I told them about you.”

Dabi glanced over, surprised. “You two know each other?”

Shigaraki’s smile widened. “Long story. But trust me, she’s the real deal.”

Spinner’s gaze sharpened, and Mr. Compress gave a subtle nod.

Shigaraki leaned forward, serious. “The heroes think they’re untouchable. You’re here to change that.”