Now that Shigaraki and the others were free, we all stood there thinking some form of "well, what do we do now?" They had been trapped by the cords for about 15 hours, so Kurogiri must've had time to plan after stopping the other villains. Also, because they had nothing to eat or drink in those 15 hours, they were so tired that they would be far from their peak abilities.

"Eraser Head, do you think you can cancel Shigaraki's Quirk? We can take care of everyone else." Ectoplasm created copies of himself and wrenched back the arms of the villains so they couldn't fight back.

As we returned to UA, I shuffled to the back. There was still a lot to think about. Shigaraki was subdued for now, but once he regained his full strength, he would probably turn against us. It would be hard to convince him of anything; his twisted world view had already been planted in the others' minds, making the League an echo chamber for his ideas.

The teachers told us to be quiet, but their warnings did nothing to stem the flow of chatter that was coming from all directions.

Kaminari shoved his hands in his pockets. "We need to think about the back end of things. There's no way UA is going to let in a villain, much less one of the most dangerous villains, inside the school."

Uraraka was bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Still, we infiltrated into a villain's hideout! Even if we didn't do anything, it was cool."

I was still thinking. Something must have happened to Shigaraki to turn around his perspective, but given how much time it took to find the hideout in the first place, finding any information about his past would be equally difficult.

It seemed impossible that people could talk continuously for this long, but we had already filed out of the closet and into the shop before I knew it. A worker entered the shop to do his shift, and I quickly vanished everyone before he saw us. We were careful not to bump into anything, and when we finally went on the street, the sunlight blinded us.

"Wait, we're still invisible, right?" Ojiro looked around him. "If anyone saw us with these villains, they'd freak."

"Yes, we're still invisible. I still don't know what to do with them." I pointed, and we saw that in our trip back, the villains seemed to lose even more energy. Shigaraki could barely hold his eyes open.

"We'll figure this out. This is serious, guys." Ares spoke up, and I unconsciously felt a spike of anger, even though he wasn't looking at me. "All Might... uh, we don't know where he is, but we're assuming he's still at the school, along with Principal Nezu."

I tried not to think too hard about our current situation and tried to enjoy the sights of a city like a normal tourist. We were already close to UA, and as soon as I saw the golden sign, that effect was ruined. Not a lot of people were outside, and I figured it was okay to reveal ourselves at this point.

Vlad King was waiting for us. "Is that Shigaraki? I'm pretty sure I saw Dabi too." His normally calm expression dissolved for a second before he regained his composure.

"Yeah, what's your point?" Ares went to the front of the group. "According to Shigaraki, he doesn't trust Kurogiri anymore, not since he did all of that to the city."

Vlad King sighed. "Okay, but I don't think the families are going to be too happy with our decision if we keep them in school."

Eraser Head looked around. "You're right. We'll take them to jail." We turned around and began to walk again. I wished we could have stopped for some time; I needed more time for research.

Most prisons can't withstand most high-end villain attacks, and a new type of prison had to be built to contain them. That's where we have headed: Tartarus. It was in an undisclosed location, so Eraser Head asked me to vanish everyone again. We ended up walking for several hours. Wherever the prison was, I wouldn't want to work there. The farther we were from the city, the buildings became few and far in between. Trees and grass were now everywhere.

Tartarus could be clearly seen from a mile away. Even though it only holds several prisoners, it's a black box with a side the same length as a football field. The building reflects no light at all, and I had to unmask ourselves so we wouldn't be shot.

"State your purpose." A voice boomed over a megaphone.

Present Mic decided to take over. "We have the League of Villains captured!" That was a half-truth. In fact, the villains were completely unconscious when we arrived, but we still had to be careful.

"Go ahead." The gates behind us closed. It was several times larger than the one used at UA, and it was twice as thick. We all felt a cold, swooshing sensation. I recognized it as a Quirk-cancelling gate. Mutant-type Quirks aren't affected since they're active all the time. The data-seeking part of my Quirk was intact, but I noticed that it was harder to pick up objects with my mind. Other people looked confusedly at their hands.

The front doors, if you could call them that, were still thicker than the gates at UA, and when they closed, it created an air-tight seal between the prison and the outside world. Rows and rows of guards stood behind us, leading us inside. There weren't any floors. The side of the building held cages with all sorts of security measures, while in the center, there were about 100 meters of air before you touched the ceiling.

"We'll sort this out." Someone with a different uniform than the other guards talked to us. "Do you have any special requests?"

"Give Shigaraki a videophone or at least some way for us to communicate with him. He has information." I was at the back, so I couldn't see who was talking this time.

There were about two minutes of rapid-fire conversation that I couldn't pick up on before Shigaraki was taken in chains. We watched as he was dragged to an elevator, which went up until it finally stopped at one of the highest levels. I squinted and I could barely see Shigaraki being hoisted into his cell, with the videophone as requested. The door clamped shut, with a grid of lasers activating as soon as the guards left. It was next to impossible to break out.

"That's it. Good job, class." Eraser Head turned around. "Is there any easy way for us to get out of here?"

The workers couldn't risk Tartarus's location being exposed to the general public, so we had to walk back to UA invisible. We were all hungry after this time, and I could finally relax. I decided to take a closer look at Shigaraki's background.

Most of the files that I checked turned up empty. In theory, while I should have access to all information, I simply don't know what I don't know. There could be hundreds of pages on Shigaraki's life before villainy, but I don't know where to look.

For the rest of the school day, I let my brain run on autopilot. While I mindlessly wrote down notes, I hoped that no teacher would call on me. I run a search that would find any file that related to Shigaraki or the League of Villains. It took up much more time than I thought it would; by the end of the day, I was more tired than usual.

I only put the search aside when school was over. Some of the buildings had already begun repair, with even stronger foundations than before. I went to see that the apartment building I lived in was relatively safe. The purple tendrils had taken out a chunk of the building, which completely destroyed half of the 5th floor rooms. I went up and saw that my room was still intact. That didn't mean that I was safe forever. Taking one of my suitcases, I stuffed as much of my belongings as I could before going back to UA to stay for the night.

The construction workers had already set up around 300 beds for the students, and I picked one at the wall. When the other students slowly started to go to sleep, my search was pretty much over. The last file had a title with random letters and numbers with no thumbnail. I looked around before vanishing myself and the screen.

Turning the volume down, I saw that the camera quality wasn't that great. Faces were somewhat blurry and there was white noise all over the place. After a few seconds, the grainy texture became a bit smoother, and it was easier to see what was going on.

Tenko Shimura walked the ten kilometers to the disappointment he had to call home. The happiness he felt at school slowly dissolved as he approached the run-down building, and he was thoroughly depressed by the time he reached the door. Letting out a sigh, he threw his backpack on the ground and tiptoed as quietly as he could to his room.

"Tenko!" The voice was magnified by the tall ceiling of the house. He fearfully looked back, the dry skin around his eyes stretching slightly.

His father held up a sheet of paper, and he let out a gasp. "What's this?" The paper was a form of some kind, and it had already been crumpled.

"I-It's a form to sign me up for Quirk counseling." Tenko stuttered. "I was m-maybe wondering if you could s-sign it for me..."

His father narrowed his eyes and glared at him while ripping the form into a million tiny pieces. "No. It's worse enough that you have to attend that school, and this is just giving them another opportunity to brainwash you."

Tenko tried to reach out to him. "It can't be that bad, right? I need to know how to control my Quirk." Tenko looked at his hands.

"Did you hear what I said?" He gripped Tenko's right arm firmly before launching into a tirade about how heroes were useless and would ultimately contribute to the downfall of society. Tenko tuned out everything he said and began to scratch at the scars on his neck. This was a mistake, he thought. I never should have mentioned this.

The recording cut to black, even though there was still a good thirty minutes left. I paused the video and felt more awake. Rubbing my eyes open, I tried to think about what I just watched.

Tomura Shigaraki's old name was Tenko Shimura. By rewatching the segment frame-by-frame, I eventually found his father's name on an arts and crafts project hanging from Tenko's backpack.

Kotaro Shimura... The last name was familiar to me somehow, but I still couldn't track it down. I needed to watch more of the recording before jumping to conclusions.

This camera was in a different location, and it was in an office of some sort. This room had a large bookcase on one wall, which carried impressive volumes of textbooks. Certificates and plaques covered the adjacent wall. The desk, though cluttered, still gave an impression of controlled chaos. Whoever worked here, he knew what he was doing.

Tenko had just finished eating a snack. He noticed that the door to the office that was usually locked remained open. Looking both ways to see that no one was watching, he stepped inside.

He never knew his father was this successful, and he was excited. His hands grabbed everything, from the books on the shelves to the computer. After he tried a few unsuccessful passwords, he kept looking.

In the corner was an old filing cabinet. It hadn't seen the light of day in several years, and he could only access it by pushing and rearranging the other furniture. A voice in his head was telling him to stop and back away before he caused any trouble. Even so, curiosity got the better of him, and before he knew it, he opened the first drawer.

All he found were a bunch of boring documents. Tenko looked at the first page, skimmed over it, and put it back. Looking at the second drawer, he didn't have much luck either; it was the same garbage over and over again. He slowly started to lose track of time; he was learning lots of new things about his father's job.

There was one drawer that he hadn't checked. Squatting down, he opened the bottom drawer. It was a mess, filled with things that were either broken or served no purpose to anyone. He swept away the mounds of old souvenirs and scrap paper and suddenly stopped.

He gingerly picked up the picture. Blowing away the dust, he saw a beautiful woman hugging a child. It took him only seconds to recognize the similarity. That's Dad! And there's my grandma!

Tenko was bubbling over with excitement, and he ran through the house. "Look! Look what I found!" He turned a corner, not aware of where he was going, until he bumped into someone. He fell and looked up to see his father, his face taut with anger. He snatched the picture from Tenko's hands and pushed him to the wall.

With Tenko's face two inches away from his, he made sure that his son would get the message. "Never talk about this again." He forced Tenko's arms behind his back and pushed him all the way to the backyard. "Stay there and don't come back until tomorrow morning." The child tried to argue, but the door clicked. It was locked. As he sat on the grass, he already felt the tears streaming down his face.

I rubbed my eyes again. This was another example to show how Tomura's father abused him as a child. Remembering how present-day Tomura was violent and prone to destruction, there was probably much more evidence of this that wasn't recorded. Now that the recording had faded to black again, I didn't know what would happen next. There were 15 minutes left of footage. Running my hand through my hair, I pressed play.

Kotaro sighed. He looked at the picture and felt a wave of guilt wash over him. His son's Quirk was... difficult. It was hard to control, and because of how he acted to him, this only ensured that it would be used for violence anyway.

Walking back to his office, he put the picture on his desk and sat there. One by one, his relatives came to scold him for his behavior. He didn't even have the heart to look at them. "He's just a child! Parents are supposed to comfort them and keep them safe!" After several hours, Kotaro finally walked to the backyard, and he suddenly stopped short.

Tenko stared at his hands with a mix of fear and anger. Kotaro saw his family standing around him, comforting him. Their words were of no use. "Stop! Stand back!"

A high-pitched scream filled the air. When Kotaro finally looked, he saw Tenko with his arms around his wife. All five fingers were in contact with her skin, which had started to peel off. Tenko ignored this and grabbed harder and harder until her arms were raw.

I fast-forwarded the recording and only saw more blood. At one point, the father tried to intervene, but Tenko grabbed his face, and well, you can only imagine how painful that would be. I saved the file before closing my workstation. There was a lot to think about.

Shigaraki had killed his family out of pure anger, but he didn't mention anything at all about them. I guess he suppressed this memory, and I reminded myself not to bring that up when talking to him.

The only family member missing was Shigaraki's grandmother. I took a look at some of the documents that I had put away. It was a death certificate for the grandmother, and I noticed that it was dated a while before the recording's date. There's a gray area between Kotaro's childhood and Tomura's childhood, but I can only guess what happened. Kotaro was probably neglected by his own parents, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

After killing his own family, Shigaraki was alone, and somehow, someone found him and raised him to be a villain. I haven't seen that much of the League of itself and the data doesn't seem to be cooperating with me, so I can't explain that issue yet.

I looked at the time (2:37 AM) then at the alarm I set for a few hours after that before finally going to sleep.