Shoto Todoroki

Rain patters against the broken windowpane, and a man in a worn leather coat pauses, one hand gripping the doorknob. His eyes—one gray, the other a faded blue—widen slightly, as if he expected the room to be empty. "You're not the one I was supposed to find," he says quietly, already reaching for the knife at his belt, "but that's okay. Answer me one question—have you seen a woman with a gold medallion around her neck in the last hour?"