"It took you long enough to finally get her, you're lucky that we aren't going to deduct your pay."

"I should stab you for that."

"Just give him the money so he'll get out of my sight."

The voices that rattled about in your dizzy mind were unfamiliar. They pulled you out of your unconsciousness, paired with pounding in your ears and an unrelenting nausea. Outside of the voices and the cold wooden floor against your side, there was nothing to anchor you to your surroundings. A blindfold prevented you from opening your eyes, and your mouth was effectively gagged with a cloth wrapped around your head, which settled between your teeth uncomfortably. The taste of the dirty cloth only made you want to gag, though with how tight it was, you couldn't keep your tongue off it.

Uncomfortable, you began to squirm, only to find that your arms were tied at the wrist and your legs at the ankles. Still, you were too dizzy and drained to struggle much, so all you could do was lay there in your nauseous panic.

"She's awake."

"Should we make sure she still remembers who she is before we give him the money?"

"If she remembers things or not has nothing to do with the job. You told me to deliver her, and I did. Now, either pay me, or I will return her home."

That was a voice you did recognize. It was the man with the beak mask, and at this point, you gathered that he had kidnapped you and taken you to god knows where. These people had wanted you for something… but what? How did they even find out about you? Were there rumors spread by those within Bakugou's clan and his enemies had caught wind of it? That was the only thing that came to mind at the moment, and as footsteps began to make their way towards you, fear began to clutch at your heart.

Before you could even consider wiggling away, you were snatched by the upper arm and dragged painfully across the floor, the pressure on your shoulder making you feel as if your arm was going to pop out of socket. Yelling out in pain, your voice was muffled by the cloth in your mouth, though it might as well be hot air with how little your captors seemed to care. It only subsided when you were hauled up and sat down onto a chair, your arms anchored to the wood with either rope or more cloth.

You wanted to struggle, to fight back and try to make your escape, but fear kept you in place. You didn't know where you were, how many people were around you, or what they had been planning on doing with you in the first place. Any little movement or peep could make them kill you instantly, so you decided that waiting it out was a better plan at the moment.

Shuffling of feet followed by rattling of coins tipped you off that the masked man had been paid, and once his footsteps excited the room, you felt the presence of multiple people all around you. It wasn't much longer before not only your gag, but also your blindfold were removed, allowing you to cough and take in your surroundings with blurry vision. Behind the tears and the panic, you could see three people, all peering down at you with a range of curious interest and cold malice. They hated you, that much you could already tell, yet you couldn't stop your questions as they rolled off your tongue.

"W-what is this? Who are you?"

"Aw, she's so scared!" A woman with blonde hair leaned forward a bit, currently seated on a table not too far away. Her hair up in two side buns, the wicked grin on her face made your stomach clench, seeing nothing but insanity in her yellow gaze. "I love it! Can I cut her up a little now, Shiggy, please?! You said I could cut her!"

"No," With a lazy raise and wave of his hand to silence the excitable woman, the man directly in front of you spoke in an almost exhausted huff, making you curious as to his health. You could see that he was thin underneath his loose robs, his long pale blue hair ragged and oily as it hung in his face. Only one piercing crimson eye was visible to you, the bags under his eyes severe and lips chapped. All in all, he was quite disgusting looking to you, but despite how he may appear, it was obvious that he was the leader.

'Shiggy'? Shig… how is that name familiar…

Giving a whine, the woman leaned back on her arms, kicking her legs in disappointment. "But you said I could…"

"Not now. Only if she doesn't talk."

"Then we need to get to it, it's only a matter of time before they realize she's gone." A man standing beside you to your left spoke now, and for a moment, you couldn't help but relate his fluffy spiked black hair to Bakugou's. Just thinking about the hotheaded blonde back home made your eyes burn with longing, struggling to hold back the tears. Never before had you wanted to see someone so badly, to have him rush through the doors and save you. But after the fights you had, how he had basically shut you off… would he even bother?

"Then make her talk, Dabi!" The woman spoke again, nearly bouncing in her seat. "So I can cut her!"

"I said don't use our names, you moron."

Dabi… Shig–

"Shigaraki," The name left your lips as a whisper, but it was still loud enough to silence those around you. "Dabi… and Toga."

"Oooh, she does know our names! You were right, Shiggy!" Toga hopped off the table to stand. "She is a witch!"

"She's not a witch." Shigaraki stood as well, making his way over to you. As he squatted down, you kept his gaze locked with yours, though his blank expression made your stomach churn. "How do you know our names?"

"They… They are familiar to me." Glancing between all three people, you leaned back defensively into the chair, wishing you could shrink into nothing and vanish.

"How?"

"They just… I just know them. I don't have to answer you! Let me go!" Struggling against your bonds a bit, you were only stopped by a blade at your throat. Dabi had gripped the top of your head, his sword cold against your flushed skin.

"Let's try this again." Shigaraki clasped his hands together, elbows resting on his knees. "Tell me how you know our names. How you know our moves. Our tactics. Our armies. Our enemies. Tell me, or I will have your fingers and toes broken one by one."

Swallowing hard, you felt the blade at your neck nip at your skin, unable to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. Yes, you knew these people, and you also knew that most of the battles or skirmishes that you had helped Bakugou with had been with them. Shigaraki was Lord Yagi's main enemy, the two having been fighting for years over land and rule. Over the more recent months, you had given guidance to make sure that Bakugou's armies would win, and just as you had suspected, Shigaraki had found out somehow.

"I… I don't know about them! I just… I can see things, l-like visions! But I don't know anything about you otherwise."

"Let me cut her, Shiggy." Toga pulled a small knife from her kimono sleeve, placing the blade at your cheek. "I'll make her talk. Pain always works, and they always look so cute when they bleed!"

"I'm going to give you one more chance." Shigaraki held up a finger, pulling your fearful gaze away from Toga. "Tell me, or I will let her cut into you."

"I… I can't! I don't know anything!"

"We'll see about that."

…

Out of everything that had been done to you, the thirst was the most unbearable. You could handle the cuts to your skin, the beatings and the hunger. But being so unbelievably thirsty was the most painful, your throat dry and tongue swollen. At this point, all you could do was lay in your cell, arms still bound so you couldn't move well at all. The rope had cut into your skin and it stung with the simplest of twitches, so you had grown content with just lying there until you died.

For not giving them what they wanted, this slow and painful death is what you would be subjected to. You were taunted with food and water in exchange for information, but there was none for you to give. You knew little to nothing about these people, their mission, their battles or their fates. All you remembered was their names, so no matter how many times you tried to tell them, they didn't believe you. It was pointless. Not just all of the mistreatment, but all of your time in his era. Everything you had gone through was now withering away with you on this dirty, damp floor and you would fade away into nothingness.

Maybe, you thought, you would die just to awaken back in your own world. Would you be yourself, or would you be in a different body? Maybe you'd wake up as a cat, so you could spend all your days sleeping, eating, and being loved. You had always envied your cat, how they could spend their days without a care in the world. Their purr had always been something that calmed you, and more than any other moment since you had come here, at this moment, you wanted to hear it. If you had any tears left in you, they would have fallen at the thought, but there were none. There was nothing left but to die.

At some point, you had fallen asleep, only to wake up to darkness. It was nighttime, the chill in the air and the cold moonlight coming from a singular window in the hallway told you as much. What had woken you? There had been some type of noise, a bump in the night or shuffling in the hall. You thought that perhaps it was one of your captors coming to pry more information out of you, but now, there was nothing. All you could hear was the rushing wind outside, though even that was difficult to identify in your near delusional state.

What's that… a… light?

Visible from your cell, you could see a flickering light, barely illuminating the dark hallway. As you watched, it seemed to grow, creeping along the building as if it were a living creature. Then, as you watched in horror, orange and yellow flames slithered along the walls, engulfing the wood. You could hear the crackling and hissing of the fire, the wood creaking and screaming beneath the heat.

The building was on fire.

Finding a small ounce of strength in your panic, you pulled yourself up to sit, scooting over to the door of your cell. Turning your back to it, you grabbed onto the bars with what grip you could manage, trying to shake and pull them loose. The bars didn't give in nor did the door open, barely rattling or moving at all.

"Hello! Anyone?!" You tried to scream, though it only came out as a hoarse whisper. Your throat dry and now irritated by the smoke rolling into the room, you began to cough, gasping and wheezing in pain from the effort. Behind the roaring fire, there were no voices, no footsteps or panic, and you knew that no one was going to come for you.

Becoming winded from coughing and struggling to breathe, you collapsed back onto your side, vision becoming blurry. I-I don't want to die…! Please… Please, somebody save me! The heat had reached your skin, now, as the flames completely swallowed the hallway. By now, you couldn't breathe, struggling to take in the smallest amount of air through the smoke. Even with the bright light of the flames, your vision went back, and all that was left of you was only a hint of your consciousness.

"Demon! There she is, hurry!"

Bakugou…? No… I'm imagining it.

"Demon! [L/N]!"

I'm here… I'll be with you soon…

"[L/N!]"