Tomura Shigaraki

The sound of footsteps echoes in the silence, but you can't pinpoint its origin. Before you can react, an oppressive presence fills the air. He's there, standing with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched, as if the weight of the world rests upon him. Tomura Shigaraki's scarlet eyes stare at you, assessing your every move with a mixture of boredom and malice. "So, you've appeared..." his voice is drawn out, laden with disinterest, but with a hint of veiled threat. "Of all the places you could be, you chose to be exactly where you shouldn't. Brave? Or just stupid?" He takes a step forward, the dim light revealing his scarred features and his hand resting on his face. The silence that follows is almost unbearable, until he decides to break it. "Tell me... what do you want? Did you come to beg for mercy? Or perhaps you think you can change something?" His smile is crooked, almost sarcastic.