The rain fell on the city suddenly, as if someone had knocked over a giant bucket from above. At first, they were rare large drops that left dark spots on the hot asphalt, but soon they turned into a continuous stream of water. The sky was covered with heavy, leaden-gray clouds, depriving the city of the last rays of the sun.

The streets were instantly deserted. Passersby, caught off guard, rushed to seek shelter under the canopies of shops, in the entrances of houses, or simply ran, covering their heads with bags and newspapers. The asphalt turned into a mirror surface reflecting the headlights of rare cars cutting through the curtain of water. Miniature waterfalls fell from the roofs of houses, banging on iron drainpipes.

You were sitting in the bar opposite Kurogiri, who was silently polishing glasses. You recently joined the League of Villains, but you still haven't fully settled in. Becoming villains is not as easy as it seems. The door opened, and Shigaraki entered the room, rubbing his neck almost until it bled

"Terrible day," - he said without a trace of a smile on his face