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[Training Camp Of Hell – Part 2]

[Three Days Ago]

Tsuyu had been convinced by Kaminari, Uraraka, and Kirishima to go out to the mall in uptown Musutafu. How? Well, simply put, she needed to get a new fan for her room, and seeing as they were going in a group it was a better idea than going alone—especially after recent events have proven that going alone was a bad idea.

Now, would she have liked to go with another group of people? Yes, preferably not in the same group as Kaminari Denki, simply because his puns were the most annoying things in the world—more annoying than Samidere's fly-related puns. If there was one thing she didn't miss about being home, it was Samidere's puns.

Right now, Tsuyu was shopping in the electronics store, trying to find a better, more high-power fan for a relatively cheap price. She only had 10,000 Yen to her name, and that was because her mother had recently sent her money that she was owed for giving up her allowance for three months to help pay for groceries.

The only reason she was given that money she was owed was because her father had recently gotten a raise, and so for once they had some extra money, and her mother had promised to pay her back. Otherwise, she probably would've asked Yaoyorozu to make her a fan.

As she stood in the store, staring between a box fan for 9,600 Yen and a mountable fan for 9,800 Yen, Tsuyu stroked her chin in thought, judging the pros and cons of both styles of fan, when she heard the sound of someone walking up behind her. She had a feeling that she knew who it was, and sighed. "Kaminari, do not prank me in public," Tsuyu drawled only to hear what sounded like something unravelling.

Her eyes widened, as she whipped her head around to see who was walking behind her when a hand clasped around her mouth, clamping her mouth shut and not allowing her jaw to move. The person's physical strength was beyond that of anything that she had the misfortune of experiencing.

When her eyes scanned the person who was man-handling her with ease, she noted the inhuman yellow eyes that looked similar to the creature that Jonathon Kujo of The Speedwagon Foundation had shown them when they had been introduced to the concept of the supernatural.

He was wearing a black hoodie that completely obscured his appearance, along with a pair of black pants and black shoes. Although his hood was down, most likely because the creature was now inside and free from the worries of having to deal with Sunlight. His hands were gloved, but they were skintight gloves, meaning that it didn't matter if they were covered, they would've gripped her all the same if he was bare-handed.

All of this was to say that the creature she was staring at was familiar, even if he was wearing clothing. Why? Because it was all in the eyes. And because his eyes were visible, she had no problem in deducing just who this creature was.

It was the Vampire.

The same Vampire who had killed Ida. And now she was facing it, staring it down as its expression warped into a twisted smile. "Well, well, well! Isn't this a well-needed surprise~! Did U.A. let you brats leave the school? You'd think they would've learned their lesson after I attacked the school with my thrall~! Now they're just giving me ammunition on a silver platter!"

Tsuyu was terrified. She tried to move, to kick the Vampire in the stomach to get him to let go, but it did nothing. All it did was seemingly piss the man off. That was when she saw his hair transform into what seemed to be tentacles, with sharp tips. His twisted smile turned into a frown as he spoke.

"Oh please, fighting it is only going to make things worse, Tsuyu Asui. But don't worry. Your existence will be made better under my control~! Now, hold still…." As the Vampire said that, the point-tipped tendril squirmed its way towards her forehead.

She gave it one last effort as she tried to grab the tendril with her hands. In the deepest recesses of her mind, she knew that if that tendril did what it wanted, she would lose her free will.

And she was right.

Because she was unable to grab the tendril—not that it would've mattered—as it drilled into her forehead. She tried to scream, but it failed. Her body tensed, her muscles locking up, but then she relaxed. Her head bopped forward, her hair covering her face.

Takiyuma smirked, grabbing a yellow bullet from his pocket, before jabbing it into the frog-teens neck. The effect was almost immediate. The moment he jabbed the bullet into her neck, she twitched as she fell to the floor, convulsing as if she was having a seizure. He would've been worried if anyone saw this interaction if he hadn't killed everyone else in the electronic store, and disabled the cameras with his Pit Of Vipers.

Much like his first thrall, when she stopped convulsing, she looked to be dead. And then, seconds later, she sat up as if she had become a vampire, her eyes glazed over. He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm not going to make the same mistake as last time. I was too trigger-happy to kill Kira. I now know that it's a bad idea. So, for now, lie in wait. During the training camp, as soon as The League Of Villains shows up, the flesh bud will give you a signal. You will go, and you will get rid of Yoshihara Kira, or any of her friends nearby. Seeing as you are in her class, you should already know the list."

The thrall nodded. Takiyuma smirked.

"Good, now act natural. Pretend nothing happened, and wipe the blood off of your forehead. I expect great things from you. If you fail me, I will not hesitate to destroy you, understand?" Takiyuma said as The Thrall nodded, standing up, and walking away, doing as its master said.

When the Thrall walked away, Takiyuma grabbed a phone off of the shelves, walked behind the counter and tried to not look suspicious, picked up the phone that matched the box, slid the phone inside, stuffed his hands into his pockets and then walked away.

[Present Day]

"Now, I don't think I should have to explain this. But, for obvious reasons, I'm not disclosing where we are heading," Aizawa stated to the class, earning a nod from everyone. The teacher of Class 1 – A frowned. The class was starting to feel less empty, as instead of sixteen people being in his class, there was now a whopping seventeen. It would've been eighteen, had Bakugo Katsuki's prior actions at Aldera Junior High not been found out.

Looking back at it, he should've known. Bakugo wasn't exactly hero material, aside from his outrageous Quirk and his determined attitude to get the job done. Aside from that, he was just a mini version of Endeavour with all the wrong qualities. Abrasive, loud, and a pain in the ass to deal with.

It would've saved him a lot of trouble if he had just expelled the boy on the second day like he had planned to after he messed up with using his support gear in such a way that could've killed Midoriya had it actually been filled up. But, All Might had fought him on it, and because he didn't want to argue with the big oaf, he dropped the subject.

As he looked over his class, all of whom were standing outside of the Dorms with suitcases, Aizawa crossed his arms as he stared them all down. "The original plan was for you all to have a relaxing vacation. Had the USJ attack not happened, that still would have been the case. It became doubly worse when Ida passed away. So, instead of relaxing, myself, along with Vlad King and another group of heroes, will be training you for the rest of Summer Break. Should everything go as planned, you will all be ready for your Provincial License Exam after Summer Break," Aizawa explained as Yaoyorozu raised her hand. "Yes, Yaoyorozu?"

"As much as I hate to be a broken record, but what about The Stand Users, sir? How are they going to train? If the teachers cannot train them, then what would be the point of them going?" Yaoyorozu asked as Aizawa smirked.

"Who said they would be training?" Aizawa asked as Yaoyorozu raised an eyebrow. Even Yoshihara was confused, but before anyone could ask any questions, Aizawa continued. "The Stand Users of Class 1 – A, and the Stand User from Class 1 – B, will be teaching you how to defend against Stands, along with how to feel them out in a battle. Jonathon told me it was possible hence why I'm making them do it. No questions asked. Are we clear on this?"

"Yes, Sir!" Yoshihara, Josefumi, Giorgio, and Maria replied, earning a nod from Aizawa.

"Good. Now, everyone, get on the bus. When you get on the bus, gas will fill the air inside the bus. Do not be alarmed. It is a sleeping agent. Due to the secrecy of the location you will be going to, we cannot have anyone know the route. Understood?" As Aizawa said that, he pulled a gas mask out from his back pocket, and slipped it over his face.

Everyone looked at one another, before nodding to themselves. Aizawa huffed before the doors to the bus behind him opened. Without fail, everyone walked onto the bus and sat down in whatever seat they could find. The driver exited the bus, and when he did, the doors to the bus closed.

When the door closed, a pink mist filled the air—Nemuri's Somnambulist, something that Yoshihara recognized immediately—and in about a minute of sitting in the gas, everyone was put to sleep. The bus doors re-opened, and the driver and Aizawa re-entered the bus.

Aizawa felt slightly bad for gassing his students, but at the same time, it was needed. The Wild Wild Pussycats asked for the location of their base to be kept secret, and Nedzu was still paranoid about something, so it was mutually agreed upon.

Aizawa took a seat closest to the front, crossed his arms, and sighed. The bus driver did what most bus drivers did, and started the engine. The teacher of Class 1 – A didn't much care for any kind of small talk, and closed his eyes, dozing off whilst the long drive commenced.

xxXXxxXXxx

Kyoka Jirou narrowed her eyes as she exchanged blows with a dark blue humanoid Stand. The Stand in question was large and imposing, with pitch black sclera and piercing red eyes. Its face was obscured by a knight's helm with a feather sticking out of the top. Its shoulders were wide, converging at the end in pointed tips.

Its upper body was a greyish-silver, while its lower half was impossibly skinny, to the point where it was as if the upper body was being held up by a toothpick, made entirely out of abs.

The Stand had two arms the size of tree trunks, with spirals going around the arms, of which had black-gloved hands. One had the letter S on the back of one hand, and the other had the letter T on the back of the other. It had spiked cuffs around its wrists, elbows, and beginning of its shoulders, along with around its knees and ankles, and a much larger one around its neck.

The Stand had a long flowing cape with sky-like motifs such as rain, clouds, thunder, and snow, above which sat a UFO beaming all of the weather down on whatever it was beaming it on.

Imagine Dragons tried as hard as it could to keep up with the Stand, but to no avail. If Imagine Dragons swung a right hook, the Stand would warp the space around where Imagine Dragons attempted to hit, making it impossible to hit. If Imagine Dragons attempted to mimic the effect of Stopped Time, the Stand would Stop Time and retaliate.

If Imagine Dragons was able to land a hit, the Stand seemed to reverse all damage on it. Kyoka surmised that it was Rewinding Time to do that. There were times when Imagine Dragons actually hit the Stand, and it couldn't Rewind Time because of the cooldown on that particular facet of its ability, only for Kyoka to skip forward, and get back-handed by The Stand.

Although, Kyoka noted that it was possible to interrupt the Stand doing that bullshit by hitting it faster than it could activate the ability, which she had done before.

That aside, it didn't seem to matter what it was that Kyoka did, she knew that beating the damned thing was impossible. That still didn't mean she was going to try.

"STAND STILL!" Kyoka spat, glaring at the Stand as it tilted its head mockingly. Imagine Dragons cocked back its right arm and went to hit the Stand with an uppercut, only for The Stand—Kyoka felt something bash against the back of her head, as Imagine Dragons punched at the air.

Kyoka snarled as Imagine Dragons positioned itself behind the purplette, and began to punch at random at speeds that most normal people couldn't precept, all the while the Stand shouted out the newly developed warcry that it seemed to take a liking to while unleashing such an attack.

"MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!"

And in response, the Stand that Kyoka had been facing did the same thing, a violent crimson gleam in its right eye as it responded in kind.

"KUKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKANKAN!"

The impacts shared between both Stands cracked the surrounding walls and floor, and shattered any and all glass in the area, and that was just between the first fists being thrown. By the time the exchange was finished, the whole room was basically destroyed, with the Stand that Kyoka was fighting getting the last punch in, slamming its right fist into Imagine Dragon's face, cracking its visor, which mimicked Kyoka's face by smashing her nose in and breaking it.

Kyoka was flown backwards, tumbling on the ground and slamming against the rear-most wall of the warehouse she was training in. Kyoka rasped, as the Stand hovered its hand around her face, reversing time on her body and healing the wound.

"I have to say, that was a rather impressive showing of strength, Kyoka Jirou," the voice of Blackwell echoed throughout the warehouse, as the man walked out from the darkness, a black aura surrounding his body. "Mr. Blue Sky has never had an equal in strength before. You're the first person to withstand a direct blow from the Stand and survive. You have my congratulations."

"Thank you, sir…" Kyoka grumbled, rubbing her nose and shuttering. It felt weird having her body rewound. Any pain she had felt after she had gotten decked in the face went in reverse, and it did to her brain like one would react to hearing nails on a chalkboard.

That aside, Kyoka had to admit that Mr. Blue Sky was something she had never expected to exist. It was something so outrageously overpowered that it put All Might to shame. And yet, she could see a few weaknesses with it.

For example, she noticed that throughout their sparring match, Mr. Blue Sky could only have one of its time-related abilities active at once, and its space-related abilities were purely support-based. She also noted that some abilities had a cooldown.

His Time Stop ability had a five-minute wait period before another use, and he could only stop time for about five seconds, as he had admitted to during their fight. His Time Rewind ability could only be used five times in a day, and he could only rewind something back an hour, and between uses, there was another five-minute cooldown.

His Time Erase ability was the most spammable, being able to be used every thirty seconds. The only issue is that it drained his energy significantly, and required a lot of focus, which was why it could be interrupted if someone was fast enough. That was all of the abilities she knew of in terms of his time-based powers.

His Space-related abilities were much the same. They had weaknesses as well. Key of which being his shield. It could be destroyed, and once destroyed, it took a whole day to recharge. However, in order to break it, it would require a nuclear-level bomb to actually do that, and no one in recorded history, with the exception of one, could do that. And that Stand was Killer Queen, the Stand of Yoshikage Kira, and now, Yoshihara Kira.

As for his space rifts, he could use them up to fifteen times a day. Although they were only meant for transport. Of course, he could use them to dodge attacks if his shield wasn't around, but it would mean he would be using up a portal he could use to escape. So, it depended.

All and all, there was only one real way to describe Taisuke Yagi's, Mr. Blue Sky…. "Your Stand is bullshit…"

Blackwell laughed heartily, smiling as he did. "Yes, it is. But it's what's kept me alive for this long, I doubt that without it I would be alive today," Blackwell said, before crossing his arms and dismissing his Stand. "Although, your Imagine Dragons is quite the powerful Stand. It's a shame you're joining The League Of Villains rather than us. But, I'm not exactly your Boss, now am I?"

As Blackwell said that, he frowned, looking at her neck. The small beeping noise of the bomb collar around her neck always put her off, and no matter how hard she tried, there were times when she couldn't stop thinking about it going off at random when her… master was having an off day.

"Well, that's all from me. I was simply testing your mettle. I have a place to be in a while. Good luck with your mission. You're going to need it," Blackwell said, before creating a rift and disappearing off to wherever it was that he was heading. Kyoka didn't quite care all that much for what Blackwell was up to, namely because she couldn't have been bothered to ask.

As far as she was concerned, after she did her job that he asked her to do, she would be free from whatever shackles she had—in this case, the collar on her neck—and venture off with the people who had been truly supporting her as of late.

As sad as it was to admit, the Joestars hadn't supported her for the most part throughout her life. She had barely even interacted with her Cousin, hardly saw Jonathon when she was older than the age of five, and rarely even talked to Josefumi when she was in the same class as him.

A part of her wanted nothing to do with the Kujo family. And seeing as they hadn't even bothered to find her yet—because she knew they could've found her by now and got her out of this mess, but evidently that wasn't the case. The League Of Villains, despite being outlaws, crooks, killers and terrorists, seemed to care about her more than her family did.

They didn't try and force her to take pills, they didn't try to boss her around and tell her what she should be, nor did they hover over her every move. She was allowed to be what she wanted to be.

This. This was her home. These were her people. This was what she wanted, and nothing and no one was going to take her from these people.

Kyoka looked down at the picture of Yaoyorozu Momo in her hand and scowled. "All I have to do is kill you, and I'll be free." As the purplette said that, she smirked. "That's good enough for me."

xxXXxxXXxx

The sound of skin tearing and blood spilling filled the silent morning of the peaceful town of Okegawa. Stain stared down his latest kill and frowned. "Another fake killed…" The Hero Killer murmured, blood coating his blade. The "Hero" he killed was a woman by the name of Mt. Lady. He knew his only real chance of killing her was by sneak attacking her and stabbing her through the neck. That was exactly what he did, and it paid off.

She had been involved in a couple of scandals, but nothing major. And her motives were pretty clear. Attention, money, and fame. The woman didn't seem to care at all about the people she protected and was only in it for the money. That was all she cared about, it seemed. Typically, he wouldn't have given it even a second thought. And yet, something in the back of his mind was chewing at him.

"You separate families! You kill daughters, mothers, fathers and sons! You're a monster! A monster that I have every right to hate! So what if I'm fueled by my emotions?! So what if I want revenge for what you've done?! You killed my brother, Stain!"

He had never thought about it in that way before. As strange as it was to admit, he never viewed the people he killed as people. He only saw them as a means to an end. And yet now, as he stared down at the lifeless body of Mt. Lady, he couldn't help but wonder why.

Why would she choose to be a hero if all she wanted was to get money, fame, and attention? Was there another reason for it? If there was, then… perhaps he should've asked. And yet, his life of culling those who simply used the system for personal gain had screamed at him to ignore the words of a now-dead boy, who would've most likely become a fake hero like the rest of them.

Except… he couldn't. Try as hard as he might to forget the words of Tenya Ida, he simply couldn't. Every time he slept, he dreamt of that fight, and it always started with that speech of his. And how every time, by the end of the encounter, Tenya died at the hands of that Vampire.

His brain latched onto that moment in his life, and never let go. He knew there was no deeper meaning. He had heard those words before, just said differently. But those times, they weren't genuine. He knew they weren't. But that boy? The words he spoke were from the heart.

It was true. He was a murderer. He killed those whom he knew were fakes. Or at least, what he assumed were fakes. Now, he was having doubts. He had been for the last five kills. Why? Why now, of all the years he had been killing heroes, had he started to have doubts? It made no sense.

His vow to Satoru. How he'd change the world. How he'd make it free of corrupt heroes. Was this what he would've wanted? When he sat by his dying friend's hospital bed when he vowed to him that he wouldn't allow what happened to him happen to anyone else…. Was this what he meant back then?

Was cutting down others, who possibly had mouths to feed back at home, what he meant all those years ago?

Chizome sheathed his blade and continued to stare down at Mt. Lady. His stomach felt like it had tipped upside down. The more he stared at the warm body of the woman he had killed, the more he thought about the possibilities of what it was he had done.

He could've just doomed a kid, or kids, to being an orphan. The same thing that he had been because of a hero. He could've just killed somebody's wife. He could've just ended the life of a daughter to a proud mother.

Chizome looked away, before walking off.

No. This was the path he walked in life. This was what he had chosen to be. To be the cleanser of society, and to do so in such a way that would paint a bloody trail across the country to force the hands of the HSPC to do something.

And yet, after a decade of doing the same thing over and over again, nothing changed. All he did was have a bunch of glory-seeking adrenaline junkies fly after him, to try and arrest him for more browny points.

He was contributing to what he hated the most.

He was contributing to the fakeness.

"Where did I go wrong?" Chizome thought as he exited the alleyway that he had killed Mt. Lady in—no…. That he had killed Yu Takeyama in. A furious gleam appeared in his eyes. Why?! Where was it in his life that he had gone wrong?! Where did he lose focus?!

And that was when he remembered.

KnuckleDuster. His friend's father. The man that had bashed his face in. The man who had been the reason for Satoru's death. He used to go by Overclock before he lost his Quirk to The Boogyman. That was where he had gone wrong. That was where he had lost his ways.

Stain's eyes narrowed, as he glanced over his shoulder. Ever since he had shown up here, he knew something, or someone had been following him. He reached for one of his shorter blades, but never drew it. He simply kept his hand on it as he spoke. "Show yourself."

And that was exactly what happened. Much to his confusion, the person who walked out from around the corner was Dabi. Red eyes stared into blue eyes, as Dabi crossed his arms, leaning against the wall on his side. "You look conflicted, Stain."

"What do you want, Dabi? Come here to take me back to the bar?" Stain asked as Dabi smirked, before glancing at Yu Takeyama's corpse.

"You can say that. But, before I do, I gotta ask you a question," Dabi said as Stain frowned, but motioned him to continue, taking his hand off of the handle of the blade that he had been considering unsheathing. "Do you want a way out?"

Stain blinked. "What?"

"You heard me," Dabi continued, standing up straight, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Do you want a way out? Because that look in your eyes… it was the same as mine when someone approached me. So figured I'd give you the same pitch he gave me. 'Sides, I could use the help."

Stain's eyes narrowed, glowering at Dabi. "What are you talking about? And moreover, why would I help you?"

"For the same reason why I know you're wavering. Let me guess, someone said something to you, and it's been irritating the shit out of you, yeah?" Dabi said, before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He took one out, ripped off the filter, and put the cancer stick in his mouth, before lighting it with his Quirk. "Seeing as you're not denying it, I take it I'm right."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Stain asked. "Take me back to the bar now, Dabi. Whatever it is, I want nothing to do with it." As the Hero Killer said that, and as he took a step closer, Dabi raised his hand, blue fire growing around his palm, as he aimed it directly at Stain, making the man take a step back.

"I don't think so, Stain. You're going to hear me out. If you don't, then I'll kill you. If you deny the offer, I'm going to kill you, because I can't have my cover blown. So the only option where you come out alive is one where you work with me," as Dabi said that, he smirked. "So, in other words, you have no choice."

It was at that point that Stain lunged forward, going for his longer blade to slash Dabi across the stomach. Dabi was a traitor to the league—not that Stain cared. He was mostly doing this to protect himself, and then once he did in Dabi, he'd leave.

At least that was what he had planned to do until a net was dropped on him, locking him into place in the concrete, as several armed men dropped from the roof above, all kitted out in SWAT gear and armed to the teeth, with the logo for The Speedwagon Foundation adorned on them.

A man in a suit and tie walked up behind Dabi, hands clasped behind his back as the two stared a curt nod. "Agent Todoroki. You did well tracking him down. Although the decoy for Mount Lady… where did you find it?"

"Tartarus Escapee. The Clown, I believe. She looked just like her, so I decided she was a good fit. If I remember correctly, she was a B-Rank villain notable for robbing Hospitals. Made her dress up in a Mount Lady cosplay and tricked Stain into coming here. He fell for the bait," Dabi explained as Stain glared up at him with hatred in his eyes.

This had been the third time that he had been played in little over a month. Back-to-back humiliations one after another, and it was starting to piss him off. Dabi looked down at him and smirked. "Now, you should've just heard me out. But, hey, ya know what? That's fine by me. Even if I need help, it won't exactly be all that hard to get done what I have to get done."

As Dabi turned to leave, Stain snarled, as the two armed guards picked up the net with him in it. He attempted to escape, but he felt… weak for some reason or another. Dabi glanced over his shoulder, the smirk still on his face. "Oh, and by the way, if you're feeling weak, that's because of what the Net is made out of. Or rather, what the net is coated in. It's a weak paralyzing gel that once applied to the skin, messes with the muscles in your body. Effectively speaking, it's perfect for surprise captures."

"Why?" Stain growled out, as Dabi stopped dead in his tracks. The man turned around, and looked Stain dead in the face, waiting for him to continue. "Why did that man call you "Todoroki"? Did Endeavour have a bastard son?"

Dabi laughed. "Nah. Though I guess it's not important to you, I should tell you anyway. Dear ol' Dad thinks I'm dead because of a stupid accident that happened on Sekoto Peak. But I didn't die. I was saved by someone. But that doesn't matter. I don't owe them a thing."

As Dabi said that, he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Speakin' of him, I used to think that getting revenge on him was priority number one. That making sure he died by my hands was more important to me than anything else. That was until I met someone. They changed my worldview. While they may not know it, they're the reason for my change of heart. Seeing them reminded me of me in a way. So I have them to thank for this new chance in life."

"Why are you telling me this?" Stain spat, as Dabi shrugged.

"Why not? You're the captured one. Besides, now you have all the time in the world to think about your misdeeds and your wrongdoings in a cell," Dabi continued as Stain sneered.

"You're a traitor to The League Of Villains, aren't you?" Stain asked as Dabi snickered.

"Yup. Not that it matters to you, Chizome. You were never a member in the first place, so why do you care?" Dabi asked as Stain lowered his head. Dabi was right. He shouldn't care. But there was one person there that he knew didn't need to get caught up in everything. Before Dabi left, Stain spoke up.

"That girl. Jirou Kyoka. What are you going to do to her? You and I both know she doesn't belong there," Stain said as Dabi stopped, before shrugging again.

"It's up to her whether or not she wants to be with them or not. I'm not going to stop her from doing what she wants to do. It may be my job to make sure the League fails their invasion at the U.A.'s Summer Camp, but it's not my job to watch over the brat. If she wants to do what she's been assigned to do, I say let her. She's not my responsibility."

As Dabi said that, he left the alleyway, leaving Stain with The Speedwagon Foundation agents. He was hauled up off the ground and marched out of the alleyway, and into the back of a Speedwagon Foundation sanctioned van.

The era of The Hero Killer was over, although far later than it should have been…

-To Be Continued-