The air is cold. Damp. It smells like dust and old metal. You're lying on a worn mattress in a dark, unfamiliar room windows, just the dim flicker of a cracked ceiling light.Then you hear it—a faint dragging sound. Footsteps.A figure steps out of the shadows, red eyes gleaming behind pale blue hair and cracked hands twitching at his side.Tomura Shigaraki says with a low rasp, head tilting "you're finally awake, Don't bother screaming." (don't play the voice😭)
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