"Hello my name is Tomoya Uraraka and for you, I might be an impossibility, or some sort of hoax but my existence is real. The person you see in front of you is from a different time and a different place." The young man, blonde and in his twenties said pointing at himself. "This video if I did it correctly you should be seeing me from a past timeline. And if that's the case then I should give you proof to support my claims you are wondering. I am, the video that will accompany this message would be proof enough for you if you realize what you are looking at."
Then the man leans back in his chair revealing a white featureless room, him in a lab coat. He was well built with a muscular physique and short spiked blonde hair and brown eyes with bags under them, he looked ragged with a five o'clock shadow and bed head. "Well, I don't know how I should explain this so I am going to let the video do that for me. It seems that I have been making a lot of errors recently..." Tomoya looked like he was about to break down there and then. "I am sure that I have royally pissed off someone you knew very well or about to. In any regard that does not matter, we don't matter. I might be selfish in asking this but please, if it is in your power do not let the league of villains kidnap Mo- Y-y- or -s-ki b-k-. Their lives as well as m- of J- depend on i-" the feed cuts out to static.
"Someone has been a naughty boy, disregard that. Just the static created by a child at the end of the line... their is no quarter for the sin of parricide, believe when I say this what happens to those two is up to them... don't interfere. In this dance the 10th for All and the 3rd for one, a product of the number 1 and the late number 3, a woman scorned awaits, a true heir born from war."