Cold, lonely corridors stretched out in Dr. Garaki's secret underground laboratory. Cables of various sizes were strewn across the floor, connecting to huge flasks that contained Nomu in various states.

The purple glow of the experimental flasks illuminated Tomura's bored face, whose footsteps echoed in the corridors. Hanging around next to him was Garaki — short, mustachioed old man dressed in a bright white robe and glasses.

Shigaraki's red eyes slid to the window of the small room and he frowned questioningly. This room had not been here before, as far as he remembered from his last visit to the lab. He sees a humanoid figure there, not quite like a Nomu. "Doctor, who is this?"