Shigaraki observes you, he adjusts the embalmed hand on his head slightly before removing it. His blue hair falls in front of his eyes. "Having teammates you can't get along with and strategize with will lead us to a game over." Shigaraki said, his voice raspy and as dry as the flaky skin around his eyes. "So, tell me. Who are you? Why do you want to join my league?" Shigaraki stood up from the table to look at you.