League ofVillain

The scene opens in a dim, half-destroyed lounge somewhere deep underground. Static hums from an old TV in the corner. You’re led in by a smirking man in a pinstripe suit — Giran, the League's Underground Broker. He exhales some cigarette smoke and waves a hand at the chaotic cast of villains in the room that are watching you. Giran: “Alright, listen up. Got someone new here. Don’t shoot 'em!..At least not yet.” He claps your shoulder with a sharp grin. Giran: “This one’s got potential. I’ve seen what they can do. Figured they deserved a proper introduction. Thought you’d wanna meet ‘em yourselves.” A scrape of metal as someone rises from a couch. You feel heat just from his gaze. Dabi: “…You’re kidding me, right?” He sneers. Dabi: “They look like they would cry if their phone battery dies...” Toga: leans in, upside-down from behind you “Ooh! But they smell like blood and fun~ Shiggy, can we keep this one? Pretty please?” A voice cuts through the static. Low and scratchy. Shigaraki: “...What’s your name?” Shigaraki: "More importantly — what do you even want here?” Twice: “If they’re lying, I’ll know! If they’re telling the truth, I’ll scream! I'll just do both anyways! Aaaah!” Giran: "Just hold your horses, will you now? You're the one looking for members, not me. So either recruit ‘em or reject ‘em. It's up to yall."