With both Kurogiri warped away and Shigaraki had gone off to do gods knew what left Izuku with Bakugou and two Villains. Twice and the copied Compress moved to sit at the couch in the corner which gave the teens a moment to themselves while still being watched over.

It was just as awkward as when he was left alone with Shigaraki but for very different reasons. He's known Bakugou since they were children and they've been through so much together. A lot of it not good whether it be the bullying or the various Villain attacks. Guess this was just one of their many shared misadventures and hopefully they would make it through. Together.

Of course, Katsuki was the one to break the brief moment of silence.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" the explosive teen demanded to know, thankfully in a whisper. Or well, his version of one. "Why are you helping them? Why are you playing along?"

"Because, Bakugou," Izuku answered, grabbing the bowl of miso soup, taking a testing sniff before sipping it. The taste was pretty good considering it was from a kidnapper. "We are at an extreme disadvantage here. We're surrounded by Villains with no idea where we are or how to get in touch with the Heroes. As of now they don't seem to want to hurt us but that could change at any second. I don't know about you but I'd rather not die here."

The blonde stared at him in shock at how rational he was being despite their situation as Izuku sat there and calmly continued to eat. It oddly reminded Katsuki of their teacher who upheld the use of logic so highly. And he couldn't argue with the nerd's points either so he begrudgingly reached for his own food. A serious lack of spice but it would do for now.

"Fine, I'll play along too," Katsuki grumbled with a huff. "But I'm not happy about it."

"When are you ever happy?" Izuku quipped with a smirk.

"When I'm kicking Villain ass," he snapped back before chopping down on a mouthful of rice. "Speaking of Villains, what the fuck was that shit about you knowing Stain? How in hell do you know him?"

He seriously needed answers on that subject. Like what the fuck was up with that shit?

Izuku sighed into his fried rice really not wanting to get into that topic right now. Bakugou didn't really deserve any answers when it came to his business, but he also felt that his childhood friend turned bully turned whatever the hell they were now should know. It's just…it was going to dig up a bunch of past drama and trauma in a stressful situation. Though there didn't seem much else to talk about and the blonde was not someone to stop pursuing whatever caught his focus.

"Do you remember that day you gave me a certain piece of…advice?" Izuku began, glancing at the other boy to gauge his reaction. The perpetual scowl on his face became laced with guilt. "Well, you weren't the only one to give me advice that day. Not the same kind but one that was just as hurtful and the other that changed my life."

Katsuki was silent for once in his life as he listened to what the Quirkless boy had to say. He still felt terrible for what he had said regretting it ever since the insensitive words had left his lips. Even more so now after talking with the therapy mutt about his feelings and whatnot. It still sucked but it was helping him sort through them all and better understand them. Still no idea how to make up for all he's done to the nerd, but he guessed listening could be a start of sorts.

"After you said what you said and left me there, my day only got worse. Much more than my average day of enduring the taunts and ridicule of everyone in school. Especially from you."

The explosive teen gulped to try and swallow the lump of guilt growing in his throat, but not even a drink of water could wash it away.

"Like I told you during the festival when you…attacked me, I was assaulted by a Villain on my way home. A Sludge Villain tried to take over my body by shoving himself down my throat. Not a fun time."

Yeah, no kidding. Katsuki certainly wouldn't have wanted to go through something like that. It sounded disgusting and traumatizing. He wasn't even sure how well his Quirk would have worked against something like that. Thinking of the Quirkless nerd trying to fight that kind of Villain alone was terrifying. De-Izuku could have died and yet he didn't. He was here relatively safe and very much alive. That's right. Didn't he say he was sav…

"But I was saved. By All Might of all people. Can you believe it?"

The greenet let out a sad chuckle at the memory as the blonde stared surprised to learn he had met All Might before attending UA. Though the circumstances of how weren't exactly the best.

"I couldn't myself. That he saved me and even signed my notebook. But then he was leaving and I stupidly latched onto his leg. We landed on a roof and it was there I got my second piece of advice that day. I asked the Number One Hero if someone Quirkless like me could be a Hero like him and do you know what he said to me?"

Izuku turned to look Bakugou in the eye with tears in his own.

"He told me, to my face, that it wasn't possible. That I should be more realistic. Didn't even ask why I wanted to be a Hero thinking I wanted to be Number One like him. Then he left me there on that roof with your and his words hovering over me. It could have ended very bad, but like I told you, I'm too stubborn to listen. It was after that I met…him."

The sadness in his watery eyes morphed into an odd fondness. The greenet stared wistfully out at the room as he relived their first meeting in his mind. It had been over a year ago and yet seemed so much longer.

"I was sad from no one believing in me. Pissed off at what you said. Then I was scared when I first saw him, the Hero Killer Stain, except he didn't hurt me. Instead, he talked to me. About my goals and why I wanted to be a Hero. I told him I wanted to help people no matter what or who it is. That I didn't care about the rankings or money or any of that crap. I've only ever wanted to help."

The fondness turned into a conviction that Katsuki was slowly getting used to seeing on the Quirkless boy's face.

"Stain the Villain, Akaguro Chizome the man. Out of everyone in my life, he was the very first to say he believed I could do it. That it would be difficult which I already knew, but if I could find my edge in a fight, I could become a Hero. His words drive me to fight my hardest and be the best Hero I can be with my own strength."

Edge, huh?

Katsuki hadn't been there for when they had chosen their Hero names. He personally still didn't have one since the few ideas he did have had been rejected. But he remembered when he saw that name in the newspaper connected to the events in Hosu. Which made him wonder what kind of fuck fest of feelings that had to have been for the nerd actually knowing his enemy like that and still having the balls to take him down.

"After that first time, he visited me a handful of times. The next was when the news first broke of the beach being cleaned. No one knew it was me at the time, but apparently Chizome had been 'keeping an eye on me' watching me work."

Again, still creepy to have a Villain, or really anyone, to follow you like that. Watching you without your knowledge and keeping track of what you were doing. Sure, Stain had done it to observe his resolve and progress. Once again noting his 'true Hero's heart' and witnessing for himself Izuku's desire to help people in even the subtlest of ways. But again, still creepy.

"He was curious why I never said it was me and I told him that it wasn't something I did for the recognition. People knowing now was Nezu-sensei's doing. At the time, I was just happy people would be able to enjoy the cleaned beach again while also using it as training for UA. And I met Mei-chan there. In a way, meeting Chizome led me to making a new friend. And because of Mei-chan, I found a new path to Heroics through Support."

The greenet smiled softly remembering his first real friend after so long. The sight only soured the blonde's guilt. Katsuki hadn't really thought about it growing up but he and the others had driven the Quirkless boy to loneliness. No friends, no support. He never understood what that would be make someone feel. Not until his own school mandated isolation during his suspension and self-imposed one afterwards.

"He also came to check on me after the USJ attack. It wasn't explicitly reported it was me with you guys but he figured I was."

Katsuki blinked in surprise at that reveal. Deku had been with them that day? Oh right, he was Hiro. The extra sent to observe them during training. Guess last time he had been too focused on his anger towards the nerd to connect that dot until now. He must have been the one telling them what to do over the ear pieces. At least that must have meant he hadn't been in any danger back then, right?

"That night Chizome and I came to a conclusion that I was a trouble magnet which honestly, I have to agree with. I've ran into so many Villains at this point it has to be true. Like the universe decided growing up Quirkless wasn't enough."

There was a brief moment of silence as the two mused over that fact. Katsuki stewing in guilt as he had added to this selfless hardworking boy's life. All because of his own insecurities and need to prove how strong he was to himself and everyone else. While Izuku wondering what his life could have been like under different circumstances, but then again not really wanting it to change at the same time. Because with all the bad in his life, if any of it was taken away, that may take the good as well. His parents, friends, mentors. Shouto. Even Chizome despite him being a Villain. A captured Villain now but still his inspiration to keep fighting.

"The last time we met on…friendly terms was after the Sports Festival."

Blonde brows furrowed in curiosity as red eyes watched a fond but sad smile grow on the greenet's freckled face.

"He said that he was proud of me and that meant more than any medal could. Because his ideals when it comes to Heroes are so strong, I know he means it when he says he sees a true Hero in me."

Even more than All Might.

"In Hosu, we didn't want to fight each other, but we had to for our own ideals. Him believing his mission in life was to cull the false Heroes in this world. Me wanting to protect those in danger and refusing to stand down. He respected that in me despite having to fight me and the others."

He knew that he wasn't supposed to talk about it. About the others being involved. But this was Bakugou who he knew was smart enough to figure it out. He wouldn't insult him with lies.

"It was a tough fight even with us working together. In the end, well one end, I managed to take Stain out with his own Quirk. Though I did get stabbed in the process which was not at all pleasant. A knife to the gut fucking hurts."

Katsuki grimaced in sympathy as Izuku held his hand against his middle even though the injury was long since healed.

"He didn't mean to, more me putting myself in the way to save Shouto. After he was down, he offered me his scarf to help stop the bleeding until the medics arrived. Then after he saved me from the Noumu, he gave me his knife out of respect and to serve as a reminder of his belief in me."

The gifted blade almost seemed to burn in his pocket but Izuku made no movement towards it not wanting to let anyone else know his secret. Dabi and Himiko were on his side but there was no telling what anyone else would do. Not even Bakugou. Though he feared he had revealed it anyway when they heard a sniffle come from the corner.

The two teens looked over to see the two Villains watching them.

"That was beautiful," Twice said as he dabbed a tissue to his watery masked eyes. "No wonder you think so highly of him."

"Um…thanks?" Izuku replied with an unsure grimace.

Twice nodded his head once before negatively interjecting, "Sounds too mushy for the Hero Killer if you ask me."

"You never know," the copied Compress commented with a shrug. "Not everything is as it appears."

He twirled an unassuming marble around his fingers as a point. Considering the man's Quirk, anything or anyone could be hidden inside.

"I guess," Twice relented as the two Villains went back to their own conversation.

With them no longer paying such close attention to them, Izuku continued more quietly, wanting Bakugou to know but not let the Villain overhear.

"A-anyway, that same night Chi-Stain told me Shigaraki was interested in me. Which Shigaraki then told me himself when he approached me at the mall."

"Wait, what?!" Katsuki hissed out in shock. "What the fuck do you mean 'approached you at the mall'?"

Izuku turned to him, a hard look in his green eyes.

"What I mean is that Shiga-fucking-raki came up to me the day we went to the mall as a class and grabbed me by the neck. Said he wanted to recruit me while threatening me with his Quirk."

They stared at each other Izuku willing the truth of his words causing Katsuki to swallow nervously. He hadn't known his childhood friend had been in such danger. And he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it because he had refused to go that day. Clearly the nerd had come out of that incident alright, but they weren't exactly in a great place right now.

The blonde gave a nod accepting what he said which Izuku returned before continuing.

"Shigaraki then started acting like we were old friends while he ranted about Stain and All Might. About how everyone was paying more attention to the Hero Killer and that All Might was responsible for all the wrongs in our society."

The childishness of it all still irritated him as he let out a frustrated sigh while he ran his hands through his hair in agitation.

"Then the cops came in sirens blaring and he easily left before they arrived. Told me to think about his offer only to then sic his damn mad dog after me almost immediately. Hurting mom in the process while I was off on I-island for my own protection."

Not like that plan had actually worked out what with him and the others having to deal with a Villain attack. Again. He had been in danger at the same time as his mother. And while he knew he couldn't have been in two places at once, Izuku still couldn't help feel regret for not being there for her. But there was also Aizawa's point that if he had been, he could have ended up in Shigaraki's clutches. Well, here he was in that exact scenario. Fucking hell, his life sucked.

"I don't understand what Shigaraki thinks he can accomplish here," Izuku said as he glared down at the bar and clenched his fists. "I know you and I both want to be Heroes no matter what. I told him that and yet he still took me and you ended up here too."

The Quirkless teen then turned to Bakugou with a determined look on his face.

"I know you're angry and want to fight your way out, but we can't be brash here. Like I said before, we'll need to bide our time until the best possible chance."

He hated that his life was like this. Again and again, he had to endure shit being thrown at him. No Quirk, bullying, almost losing his dad, so many Villain attacks, his mother getting hurt, and now he was kidnapped. Izuku never chose any of this to happen nor had any say in any of it. All he has ever been able to do is take what he was given since he was four and do the best that he could. Making the most of his life as a Quirkless trouble magnet.

Katsuki glared at him in thought. Not out of anger necessarily at him but angry at the situation overall. Damn, the nerd's life was a shit show and he had his own hand in that. Fuck, this was all so messed up. If it had been him, he didn't know if he could have handled all this as well as De-Izuku did. Hell, he might have lost his mind on top of his own insecurity issues. In comparison, Izuku was a saint to have endured so much.

"Alright, fine, I get it," the explosive blonde relented with a huff. "We'll do it your way, nerd."

There was no sense of malice behind the nickname as it had in the past. As if for the first time in a long time Bakugou was actually willing to work together on this. With Izuku no less. Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to see a glimmer of the Katsuki he once knew. One was allowed to hope especially in a situation like this.

"Thank you," Izuku said with a grateful smile. "We will get through this. Together."

The greenet then held out a hesitant but hopeful fist out to his maybe-someday-again friend. Red eyes glared down at it for a moment before rolling his eyes and then bumped their fists together. He then went back to swallowing down the poor excuse for food without another word. Izuku's smile softened and he too turned back to his own food.

It was then that Kurogiri returned in a swirl of black mist. Which randomly made Izuku want to giggle at how spot on the Villain's name was with the kanji for 'black' and 'mist'. Though another part of him wondered if that was even his real name or not. Like how Dabi wasn't using his real name either. Which brought up the question if anyone in the League were going by their actual names or chosen monikers like him. Izuku planned to find out once they managed to get the hell out of here.

"Twice, please go to fulfill your duties for today," Kurogiri commanded in a polite tone. "I will watch over our guests."

"Yes, sir," Twice saluted to then slump onto the table and complained, "Aw man, chores? I don't wanna…"

"Cheer up, my friend," the copied Compress said while giving a comforting pat to his creator's shoulder. "Perhaps I could come along and help you finish in a timelier manner."

"Oh yeah, that would be great!" Twice exclaimed, instantly chipper. "If we work together, we'll be done twice as fast. We got this in the bag! Who wants to work with you?"

How do they manage to keep up with that? Izuku wondered as the Villain and clone walked out of the room with a new pep in their steps.

"It becomes easier as time passes," Kurogiri answered his unintentionally mumbled question. "Twice has a…troubled past. However, who amongst us does not?"

Izuku glanced at Bakugou who scowled down at the bar. Out of all of them, he would be the one with the least troubled though he still had his own ups and downs. Not that anyone's past pains were any less than another's. They were all just different and unique to each of them. Shaping who they are and where they ended up in life.

Bakugou could definitely be considered the most privileged. A strong Quirk and a support system meant to help him only to enlarge his ego and sense of superiority. Izuku was the opposite growing up at the bottom of the social hierarchy. And from what he's learned so far of the League, they all had their own issues that drove them to join the League of Villains.

Dabi and his family history. Himiko's love of blood and society's revulsion of it. There also definitely had to be something more behind Shigaraki's hatred of Heroes as well as those hands. He didn't know what the other League members' stories like Spinner's or Magne's though he could hazard a guess on them. Mr. Compress and Twice were more of a mystery but they must have their reasons. As for the others left behind from the attack on the camp, he wouldn't waste his time wondering about them. Especially Muscular who just seemed like a mad man thirsting to draw blood. Yeah, him he didn't give two shits about for all he's done.

Once they were finished eating, Kurogiri wordlessly warped the dishes away to who knew where. That left them in an awkward silence as the misty man seemed to compulsively pick up a clean glass and started wiping it down anyway. A nervous tick maybe? Or just a force of habit to keep his hands busy. Izuku could understand that. There was a reason why he had always kept a notebook on him so he was ready whenever his hands itched to write his thoughts down.

"IZUKU!"

Izuku suddenly found himself being glomped by his new blood loving friend as Himiko tackled him from behind. The force of it pushed him into Bakugou's space. The explosive blonde next to him growled at her to which she hissed back like a smiling cat.

"Please don't literally fight over me," Izuku pleaded as he turned to the girl. "Did you want something, Himiko-chan?"

"Just to spend time with you," she giggled, now ignoring the other boy. "I finished up real quick what Shiggy wanted me to do. Now we can have fun!"

"Fun? I'm done for fun," Magne said as she entered the room. "What kind of fun are we talking about?"

Himiko grinned mischievously at Izuku as she said, "We could play spin the bottle."

He gulped as she winked at him.

"Um, maybe something else?" Izuku asked hesitantly. Her flirting was kind of overwhelming and he already had someone else he liked.

"Boo, you're no fun," she pouted, moving to sit on the stool next to him. "How about truth or dare?"

"Only if I can dare you to fight me," Bakugou growled on his other side. "I'll kick your ass."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try, blasty boy," Himiko shot back, her golden eyes on fire at the challenge.

Honestly Izuku didn't know how skilled she was but the confidence she had made him think she could kick his ass instead.

"Perhaps an activity less violent," Kurogiri drawled, carefully observing the threatening teenagers. He'd rather the bar not to be destroyed. Again.

It was at that point that Spinner joined the group and clearly overheard them as he suggested, "How about a video game? We've got Mario Cart."

"Ooo, Mario Kart!" Himiko squealed as she began shaking Izuku's arm. "How 'bout it, Izu? Wanna play with us?"

Izu?

Her cat-like eyes now looked at him with eagerness and excitement. Izuku found he couldn't look away. She looked so young in this moment, not at all like the Villain she was. Just a girl who wanted to play with her friends. He now found he couldn't say no. Besides, what was the harm in playing a few games? Not like they had much else to do.

"S-sure," Izuku agreed, gulping nervously but still gave her a small smile. "I'll play with you."

A quiet 'what the fuck?' came from his other side but he ignored his fellow captive. Like he said they needed to bide their time and he also wanted to try and get to know more about the members of the League. What better way than Mario Kart? You learn a lot about a person by the way they play. Like when he played for chore duty with his friends.

The bubbly blonde girl squealed again and so missed the brief grimace on his face at the thought of his friends. Most definitely worried about him and same with Bakugou's for him. Hopefully they would be together again soon. For now though, they needed to be careful and do their best to stay on the League's good side. And so Izuku schooled his features to try and somewhat match Himiko's excitement if just a little as he gave a nod.

The bar became a bustle of activity. Himiko and Magne scrounged up cushions and blankets to make a nest on the floor. Spinner gathered and then set up the gaming system with the help of Mr. Compress who had joined them. A move made easy with his compression Quirk. Izuku was surprised they even brought out a spare television to use when they already had one on the bar top. But none of them ever made a move for it so maybe it didn't work? Who was Izuku to know.

Once it was all setup and done, Himiko came up to him and led him by the hand to the pile.

"You can sit by me," she grinned as they settled on some of the cushions. Then she called out to Bakugou, "You can join too, blasty, but only if you play nice~!"

The explosive teen scowled at her singsong voice and stubbornly stayed sitting at the bar. The nerd could do whatever he wanted but Bakugou refused to play nice with these people. He would begrudgingly 'bide his time' as promised but there was just no way he would stoop to this level of 'friendliness'. Not his style and he was still super pissed about them being kidnapped.

"Here, this one is the least glitchy," Himiko pressed on, undeterred by his attitude as she offered Izuku a controller. "We get…heated when we play."

"Who doesn't?" Izuku replied with a shrug and an awkward smile. He knew his friends got really into it though not enough to throw controllers or whatever the League did to make them 'glitchy'.

"Technically I'm the only one who gets heated," the gruff voice of Dabi called out as he walked into the room with his hands in his pockets. "So, when the boss is away, the mice will play? Count me in."

The scarred man then slumped into an unoccupied bean bag chair amongst the piled blankets and cushions next to Izuku.

"See you're making yourself at home," Dabi commented, side eying Izuku who had Himiko sitting closely next to him. "Still sure you're not interested?"

The fire user already knew the answer but it was more of a question to play his role as recruiter.

"Still no," Izuku answered with a shake of his head. "But there isn't much else to do when you're kidnapped and being held against your will."

Dabi snorted at his nonchalant tone as the Quirkless teen gave an almost snarky shrug.

"Izuuuu~! Don't think of it like that!" Himiko whined beside him, shaking him by his arm. Izu again? "Think of it like a…a sleepover! Yeah! So we can all get to know each other and be friends!"

"Speak for yourself," Dabi scoffed though there wasn't any heat behind it. "We're not here to be friends. We're here to watch the world burn to ash."

"That's just his inner goth talking," she fake-whispered at Izuku while the scarred man flipped her off. "Why don't you choose first, Izu?"

Guess she's sticking with that nickname, Izuku thought until he felt multiple pairs of eyes on him.

"O-oh, um, no that's okay," Izuku said, nervous all of a sudden as everyone was looking at him. "You guys can go before me."

He didn't know if they had dibs on certain characters and didn't want to piss anyone off by picking theirs. Sure, he had his own, but considering the situation, Izuku honestly wouldn't care which character he played as long as they weren't harmed.

"Nuh-uh, nope, not happening," she contested, pushing the controller closer to him. "You are the guest so you get to choose first. I insist."

No one countered her word and did nothing until finally Izuku relented, "O-okay."

He gulped before turning his focus to the screen at the character select. It was so totally weird doing something so mundane while surrounded by Villains watching his every move. Though at least the Quirkless teen felt a bit safer with Himiko on one side, Dabi on the other, ad Bakugou behind him. Semi-allies in this not-so-great situation.

Izuku scanned the selection before going to his usual pick of Yoshi. For some reason that got a surprised sound out of Spinner.

"Oh, s-sorry," Izuku said, rubbing the back of his head. "Did you want to play that one? I just like him because he's…green."

That was one of the reasons since he too had a lot of green about him. Green hair, green eyes, and his family name meant 'green valley'. While his favorite color was red, green was special to him as well since it was literally a part of him. Hell, he even got the nickname Green Bean even though it was embarrassing. But this time it was more awkward because Spinner was also…green.

...

The lizard man was eying him inquisitively. Iguchi wasn't exactly sure how to feel about the boy that caught Shigaraki's interest. The boy was working to become a Hero which he personally despised because that was what the Hero Killer had been fighting against. Yet this was also the one that Stain had saved and marked as worthy before subsequently being captured by him. A boy who had someway somehow gotten to know the man and seemed to understand his ideals differently than Iguchi himself did.

Could this young Hero be right about the Hero Killer?

Hearing the boy's thoughts on Stain's philosophy and mission in life had been both intriguing and frustrating. No one likes to think or admit they were wrong about something, but Iguchi found himself in a position of having to when it came to the Hero Killer. All he knew of Stain was from that video and the media coverage of his case. He certainly never met the guy in person while this boy actually did. Perhaps…perhaps there was something more about Stain's fight against the fake Heroes than he thought.

It had only been one day since they kidnapped the kid and Iguchi was already second guessing his own personal mission. To continue Stain's work and cut down Heroes who worked for money or fame. That only those who did so with no compensation were worthy of the title. But then this Quirkless child enters their midst and says otherwise with a crap ton of conviction. Speaking as if he truly knew and most likely did.

Now this same child was sitting amongst them offering to give up a character in freaking video game. All because he thinks Iguchi would want to play that particular one. Which would be correct because he too preferred Yoshi because he was green. His mutation from his Quirk marked him as a 'freak' even in this Quirked society from a very young age. To the point that he had become a recluse hiding away from the world that discriminated against him. No one could ridicule you to your face if you don't show it.

But then he saw the video of the Hero Killer. Iguchi long knew he was more of a follower than a leader. He had no goals, no real motivations. Then he heard Stain's words and found out he was associated with the League. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had a purpose. That his wouldn't be a pointless existence wasting away in front of a computer screen.

It had been surprisingly easy to turn Villain. Iguchi had pieced together an outfit trying his best to emulate Stain. The eye mask, scarf, and even the choice of blades as his weapons. That makeshift sword he used to have had been a chore to put together and was supposed to serve as a further homage to the Hero Killer. Only for the Quirkless boy among them to break it into pieces much like how his words were doing to the lizard man's ideals now.

His clear knowledge of Stain was affecting Iguchi much like the Hero Killer's had inspired him in the first place. The boy had given him a new perspective on his goals and motivations thereby influencing his own. He had shown no animosity towards the lizard man other than his skewed views of Stain's mission. Who was now apologizing to him for picking their shared favorite character on freaking Mario Kart.

This kid.

Iguchi still was trying to wrap his head around this enigma of a person. A Quirkless child fighting his way towards being a Hero in a judgmental society. He had seen the reactions of the crowd during the awards ceremony in his little room. Seen that this boy had also been judged for his Quirk or rather lack thereof same as he had for his mutation. And yet this boy, no, this Hero still fought on no matter what they said or did. Not even letting the Hero Killer stand in his way.

Perhaps…he is a true Hero?

"No worries, kid," Iguchi said, relenting to the one deemed worthy by Stain. "Play him if you want."

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