" Well that was fun." Tim says

Becca shakes her head, suddenly someone taps Becca on the shoulder from behind, "You two come with me."

The twins turn around in surprise, "Yea?"

He nods, holding up his hand, its engulfed in blue flames, the twins nod and follow him.

Sane again, Jessikah continues to the station, her posture stooped, her eyes on the ground. She does her best to look as uninteresting and innocent as possible. Suddenly her phone rings.

" Hello Jessikah."

Jessikah grips the phone tighter, "Who is this?"

"That's not important right now"

Jessikah's sighs " Then what do you want?"

"I can't discuss this further on this line. Meet me in my office, ill send you the location"

The person hangs up, and Jessikah places her phone down, only for it to vibrate and ding indicating a text message.

Yongen-jaya. The place feels forgotten. More storefronts are shuttered than open. The people, few in number, walk with the easy familiarity of those who have been here for years. It is both intimate and strange. Jessikah supposes there could be some charm to this neighborhood, but it is hidden beneath the grit that cakes everything.

She passes a hole-in-the wall medical clinic, a shuttered movie theatre, and a convenience store in her search for Cafe LeBlanc. Her directions are not precise, and her GPS has difficulty tracking her location.

LeBlanc is a small storefront across from a bathhouse, its sign small and unobtrusive. Like the rest of Yongen-jaya, it feels like an afterthought, swallowed by the whole of Tokyo.

Nerves set in. She knows nothing about the man who had invited her to LeBlanc. He is not a friend. Jessikah does not know why this man has invited her, but she no longer questions things. This has all been arranged.

She opens the door to LeBlanc and steps inside. Her eyes take a moment to adjust to the dim interior. A series of booths line the wall, with a parallel bar alongside. It smells of cook smoke, coffee, lacquer and leather. It is the same inside as out, small, cramped and quiet.

A man sits on a stool. He wears a pink shirt beneath an ivory apron. His hair, though receding, is a lustrous black, and his beard is stylized into a point. A newspaper is in his hands, but the man looks bored. At the sound of Jessikah's entrance, the man glances at him over the tops of his glasses.

The two regard each other for a moment, as jessikah tries to decide what to say. Then the man sighs and says, "I take it you're Jessikah Daniels"

Jessikah opens her mouth to reply, but her words stumble out in a mishmash. She clears her throat and says, "Uh, yes sir."

The man folds the paper and deposits it onto the counter with practiced hands. "I'm Sojiro Sakura. Come with me." He pushes himself off the stool and walks deeper into the store. Jessikah hesitates, then follows. Just past the tables is a bathroom, and just past the bathroom is a narrow stairwell. Sojiro plods upwards and out of sight. Jessikah takes the steps at a quicker pace.

Sojiro stands in the center of a cluttered, dusty attic. Bags, boxes, books, and tools lay scattered around the tops of tables, desks, shelves and a couch. An uncovered bed sits shoved in the far corner, beneath the window with a man sitting on it. "She's here," Sojiro says. Jessikah doesn't know what to say. The place is big, but it's more of a storage area than anything else. "Excellent," Shigaraki says. Then the man leaves, without as much as a handshake.

Jessikah moves to the bed and drops her bag. She sits down on the thankfully clean sheets.. "Hm. Not bad, I guess." By the time Shigaraki's gaze turns to Jessikah, " You're probably wondering why ive called you here, i want you to join us " Jesiskah nods. "Wait what." She turns to Shigaraki " I want you join my league of villains"

"Thank you," Jessikah blurts out.

Shigaraki nods " Ok lets go." He walks down the steps.

Jessikah follow Shigaraki down the stairs and into an armory, filled to the brim with unusual weapons, much of them disguised as everyday objects.

"Impressive," Jessikah admits aloud.

Shigaraki packs some things into a small backpack and throws it at Jessikah. She catches it with ease, swinging it around her back.

"This is only a safe house, come on."

A portal suddenly opens, its purple and seems to be made of a smoke like substance. Shigaraki and Jessikah both step through the portal, it closes quickly after they do.