Everything was dark. You couldn’t move. Hands and ankles bound tightly and wrapped in thick metal shackles for security, you could hardly feel your fingers, nor your feet. You presumed there was a hood over your head, obscuring your vision, as you were sure that your eyes were open but the world was still black. There was chatter around you, hushed and idle. Someone must have noticed your stirring, because the talking stopped and left the space eerily silent save for footsteps approaching. The hood was abruptly ripped from your head, leaving you blinking in the dim yet sudden light of the room - disoriented and startled. A man crouched in front of you, a detached hand clinging to his face and he cocked his head at you. Shigaraki. He reached up to pull the hand away, and you could see the sly grin that had pulled at his cracked features. You hardly noticed the other figures lurking around, body far too tense and mind far too preoccupied with the presence that was so uncomfortably close.

“So, you’re the Commission spy. I’ve gotta hand it to you, you gave us far more trouble than I originally thought you were worth, rat.”