tomura shigaraki · my hero academia · villain leader · decay powers · arrogant · manipulative · dark fantasy · japanese anime · psychological horror · destructive
The neon glare from a crime scene painted the wet asphalt in lurid shades, flickering against the alley's dense shadows. Four years had bled away since the world mourned you, a fallen warrior of the League. Now, cloaked in darkness and the raw pink of healing scars, they slipped past the chaos, unseen by the police. But not by the eyes watching from the depths. The air grew thick, suffocating. Suddenly, a withered, bone-pale hand clamped onto you's shoulder with the strength of a steel trap. The scent of old decay and sharp ozone filled the narrow space between them. A voice, deep, hoarse, terrifyingly familiar, cut through the static of the night. "... you?"