"Dammit!" Kurogiri stood silently as Tomura raged, turning everything that he could lay his hands on to dust. "Damn him! He ruined everything! RAAAAGHH!"
"I see things did not go as planned?" A television in the corner of the bar flickered on, bright neon purple letters spelling out the words 'Sound Only'.
"Sensei," Tomura turned, calming at his Master's voice. "The Doctor said that the beaked Nomu was made to fight evenly with All Might. That the other Nomu were capable of dealing with Pro Heroes, yet All Might bested all of them like they were nothing!"
"I know, Tomura," the man behind the screen said soothingly. "Both the Doctor and I were watching your 'raid'. It is unfortunate that we lost the Nomu, but your objective wasn't to defeat All Might, was it?"
"No," Tomura's lips turned downwards at the subtle chasting, "it was to show that I exist." The unspoken 'and that I don't need to be replaced' remained unsaid.
"Then you did not fail. This attack has been long in the making and the results speak for themselves. All of Japan, and your rival, now know about you and your League."
"League? There is no League! All that's left are me and Kurogiri. Those underlings were cannon fodder. They were useless dumpster trash that-"
"-that served their purpose. Now what are you going to do to change that?"
"Huh?"
"You are fighting to be my successor, the new Symbol of Evil. You need followers, lieutenants, warriors."
"So I should build my party," Tomura nodded, following along.
"That is for you to decide. Recruiting, training, missions, the choices are yours. But before you begin, a gift if you will, for taking the initiative when your rival didn't." An image flashed up on the television screen. It was a still shot of a cheering crowd, but the picture was zoomed in on a single figure with green hair.
Tomura stood and slowly stepped forward, eyes glued to the screen as All For One's voice echoed through the silent bar, "Since you revealed your existence, I feel it is only fair that I let you know that your rival was in the crowd watching your display." Tomura's hands reached out to grip the screen, pinkies raised, as he practically pressed his hand-covered face against the still image, red eyes aglow with hatred.
"Who is he?" A whisper.
"His name," All For One spoke, clearly taking pleasure in the reveal, "is Izuku Midoriya."
Turning off his speaker, All For One left Tomura alone with the picture of Izuku. Ever since he'd introduced Tomura to the concept of a rival, the young man's overall abilities had sharply increased. Even his personality and social skills were seeing an improvement. He'd always had a drive to be the best in his video games, but rarely found a serious challenge. Not surprising, considering the amount of free time Tomura had compared to others. Now with someone in real life taking up the role of his rival, the grandson of Nana Shimura was working harder than the man once known as Shigaraki could remember.
Izuku had been a distant figure, a nameless shadow; one that, to All For One's surprise, had remained largely impassive after the reveal of his little contest, seemingly content with staying hidden. That would have been fine, were it not for the fact that Izuku had been doing nothing, not gathering resources or followers, not working to discover his rival's identity; the greenete seemed to be prepping for a cold war, one fought in the shadows, and a drawn out one at that. All For One could support such an approach; it was remarkably similar to his own rise after all, but unfortunately for Izuku, a drawn out war was not something he could endorse.
Izuku's attempt to restore him had bought him time. Valuable time, but time that would eventually end. He had numerous plans in place to survive, contingencies to remain in control, but for him to rule, especially in a likely diminished state, he would need Japan weakened until he could recover his full strength. He needed society broken, the hero system destroyed, those who would oppose him buried half a dozen feet below the ground. A cold war would not get him that. He needed his heirs tearing at each other's throats, battles waged in the open, both heroes and civilians caught in the crossfire. Japan needed to burn so that when the time came, he could rule over and rebuild it from the ashes. A hell under the command of an immortal demon king.
Leaning back in his throne, long since rid of the various medical devices that had once adorned it, the prospective Demon Lord let himself relax as he pictured the approaching future. Carving himself a cut of A5 wagyu steak that sat on a plate next to him, All For One closed his eyes in contentment as he bit down, enjoying the perfect sear and juice leaking from the meat. "Is everything to your satisfaction, my Lord?" A voice asked, the barest trace of a foreign accent tinting it.
"Bien sûr, c'est Appoline. Votre mari, Ramsay, est toujours aussi bon cuisinier. J'ai vraiment la chance de pouvoir à nouveau profiter des fruits de son travail.¹" All For One answered in perfect French, as he flashed a smile to the cougaresque maid attending to him.
"Merci mon seigneur,²" Appoline replied with a curtsey. "Comme toujours, c'est un plaisir de vous servir. Est ce que je peux te prendre autre chose? Un peu de vin? Peut-être une planche de charcuterie pour le compléter?³"
All For One laughed, "Oh Appoline, you spoil me; why don't you choose?" The former model smiled, giving a final bow before leaving her master to his meal. All For One took another bite of his steak, just beginning to chew it when his phone, resting on the table beside him, began to buzz. A glance at the caller id and All For One couldn't help but chuckle, "Well, this should be interesting," the white haired man said, grinning savagely as he answered.
"Izuku."
"Sensei." Izuku greeted cordially, his voice carefully controlled.
"I must say I am curious as to why you decided to call me."
"You couldn't think of a reason?"
"Oh no, I have several possible ones, I am merely interested in which turns out to be correct."
Izuku took a moment to breathe, his possession by Chisaki had him on edge. He wanted to demand answers from Sensei, but as desperate as he was, Izuku knew better than to simply come straight out and ask. Thankfully there were a number of things he desired clarification on, and Sensei had said that he could think of a couple of reasons for Izuku's call…
"Is Shigaraki my rival?"
"Yes," All For One said, leaning back as he made himself comfortable. "Tomura Shigaraki is indeed your rival, and after today's events, I feel it is only right that I let you know that he is aware of your identity."
"He knows who I am?" Izuku said coolly.
"Yes," Izuku paused, waiting for more information, but the man remained silent, clearly considering the singular word to be enough of a response.
"Fine then, what were those creatures with him? The Nomu?"
"Ah, yes, the Nomu." Even over the phone, the greenete could make out the devil's smile. "They are the results of years of experimentation by me and a dear associate of mine using Gigantomachia as the basis. Bioengineered entities crafted from corpses capable of possessing multiple Quirks without the body deteriorating. The Quirks don't even need to compliment one another, although if they do, said Nomu can hold more of them."
"You make it sound like there are more of these Nomu."
"There are, the Nomu are nothing more than mindless weapons. They are strong but can't act independently without orders, something you likely noticed during the attack."
"Then what's their purpose?"
"Purpose? Why, they're the army of course! The one meant to be wielded by whoever succeeds me when they bring about the downfall of society. Imagine it: an army of hundreds marching on Tokyo, Kyoto, Kamino, each with numerous Quirks at their disposal."
"They'd be unstoppable." Izuku murmured in shock, his imagination letting him picture the scenario all too clearly.
"Yes," All For One agreed. A moment passed, then he gave an audible sigh, "Unfortunately, it takes quite some time to create a single Nomu, much less the army that I desire. There are some that are ready to be used but others… well, they need a little more time to cook."
"When will I be getting a Nomu?" Izuku asked boldly.
"Oh? What makes you think you're going to get access to them?"
"When you announced this 'contest', you said that both Tomura and I would be able to draw upon the same resources. Tomura got three Nomu, I want some as well."
All For One laughed, "I thought you would ask for some. The Nomu come in different tiers, the two black skinned ones were Upper-Tier Nomu while the four-eyed one was a Lower-Tier."
"What's the difference?"
Another sigh, "Lower-Tier Nomu are foot soldiers, they're the weakest but can still overpower minor Pro Heroes. Then you have Middle-Tier and Upper-Tier Nomu with their strength scaling according to their rank. Upper-Tier Nomu have black skin, can contend with the top 250 Heroes, and one of their Quirks is always Super Regeneration. I actually have something special being prepared for you, but it won't be ready until winter at the earliest, so I'll give you some others to use until then. I'll send them over to Cherry Blossom Manor in a few days. Anything else?"
"There is one thing," Izuku began hesitantly, unsure of just how to explain what had happened.
"Hmm?"
"During the Sports Festival, something happened to me, I lost control of my body. I could see but my mind was foggy, like I was a guest just along for the ride. I regained control eventually but when I did, I saw…I saw Kai Chisaki, or at least a shadow of him? I don't know, but I'm certain he was the one who'd controlled me. I-I'm afraid I'm losing my mind."
The phone was silent save for the two's breathing, until eventually, "Tell me Izuku, have you heard of cellular memory transference?"
"No."
"I'm not surprised, it's not widely accepted in the medical community. You might have heard of individuals who receive organ donations suddenly exhibiting traits of the original donor. I occasionally suffer from nightmares, in my dreams the people whose Quirks I've stolen appear and speak to me, curse me. I thought it to be nothing more than bad dreams, but when the same dream persists for years, you find yourself wondering if it actually has meaning. I believe that Quirks carry within them a vestige of their owner, an imprint you could say of their consciousness. Overhaul was not your Quirk originally Izuku, it was Chisaki's."
"Which means his vestige resides within it." Izuku realized with dawning horror. "Is there a way to destroy it? Keep him from taking me over?"
"I do not know. All of the vestiges within me have long been subdued, their wills bowing to my own. I cannot help you, this is a matter that you will have to figure out on your own. I can promise though, if you do lose yourself to Chisaki's spirit I promise that because of the threat you would pose, I will kill you myself." There was a click as the call ended. In the ensuing silence of his office, all Izuku could do was swallow.
Busy operating on a mutilated corpse recently delivered to his lab, Doctor Garaki nearly missed the ringing of his phone yet when he heard it, he immediately dropped everything to race over and pick it up, uncaring of the blood and gore that dirtied the device at his touch. Only a single man had his number, and he would always answer his call when it came. "My Lord." He greeted simply.
"My friend," the smooth voice of his master still sent a thrill through Garaki's spine. He'd detested the mask he'd been forced to craft for the man. It was a cruel reminder of all they'd lost and for as skilled as he was in a variety of fields thanks to the many years he'd lived, at his core, Kyudai Garaki was a doctor, not an engineer. "I bring an important revelation."
"What is it?"
"Midoriya was recently taken over by the vestige of Kai Chisaki. Our theory about Quirks retaining their owner's consciousness is now proven. We can finally proceed with Operation Eidolon."
The Next Day
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. "Well, how are you doing?" Toshinori asked awkwardly, his voice breaking the silence in the room, only disturbed otherwise by the heartbeat monitor connected to his successor's arm.
"Better," Itsuka said after taking a moment to honestly ponder her response, "I'm doing better." The bed-ridden orangette looked over at the blond sitting on a chair next to her wearing a simple white t-shirt, his chest and arms wrapped in medical bandages. "Are you alright? I heard that the Nomu, the eyeless one anyway, was able to hurt you."
"I'm fine," the hero said, waving a hand dismissively. "The scales were sharp but they only caused surface cuts, my muscles were strong enough to keep them from inflicting serious injuries. But your well-being, and those of my other students matter more. What you all went through, it should never have happened."
"I'm alright," Itsuka said reassuringly.
"No you're not," Toshinori shook his head, "You're in the hospital, as are Bakugo-shonen and Yoarashi-shonen. The Sports Festival, U.A., they're supposed to be places of learning, where you can grow and prepare for the future. Not fight for your lives against actual villains. The press are out for blood, as are many of your parents. Quite a few students have submitted their withdrawal or transfer forms and more are expected in the coming days."
"Whelp, there's nothing I can do about it." Itsuka said lying back down in her bed, "Other students aren't me and U.A.'s the best school in the country. I doubt that's going to change just because some villains got lucky and finally decided to attack such a public event. Besides, at least some good came out of this mess: I gained a new understanding of my Quirk." Seeing her mentor's confused expression, Itsuka raised her arm and couldn't help but laugh as the blond's mouth fell open as her limb expanded before his eyes.
"What? You? How?"
"Figured it out during the Sports Festival," Itsuka explained, shrinking the limb back down, "Was going to talk to you about it afterwards but, well, things happened."
"I'll say," Toshinori said, leaning back heavily in his chair, "This is my first time seeing the Quirk boosting power of One For All firsthand. When I first met my Master, her Quirk, Float, had already been boosted, allowing her to move when afloat so she could fly." The blond smiled sadly, "I wish you could have met her, you two are very much alike, I think you would have been good friends."
"I wish I could have met her too." Itsuka admitted trying to picture the woman Toshinori spoke of. "But I told you about what happened to me. Now for the elephant in the room: what happened to you?"
Toshinori chuckled, "Would you believe it if I told you I found a sudden weight loss program?"
"No," Itsuka said flatly, "you've put on muscle mass, that's not something you can just do. You've been in your buff form since you've been here and haven't switched back to Small Might or coughed out blood once, what gives?"
"Small Might?" Toshinori questioned, but a glare from Itsuka told the #1 Hero this wasn't a time to be joking around. "Fine," he huffed, "But this isn't really something I'm supposed to be going around sharing. You have to keep this on the down low, okay?"
"Mhm."
The blond ran a hand through his hair, "I'm serious. Alright, about a month ago, Aizawa became the guardian of a little girl with a powerful Quirk. He found her during a patrol and due to the danger her Quirk posed to those around her, it was decided by the powers that be that since Aizawa has Erasure, he was the one best suited to care for her. The girl's name is Eri, she is utterly adorable, and her Quirk is Rewind."
Itsuka's eyes widened in shock even as he continued, "We don't know a lot about her past, but we do know that because of her Quirk, she was at the absolute minimum abused, more likely tortured by her former caretakers, if they can even be called that." All Might's eyes darkened. "She was eventually saved by an unknown individual, which is how Aizawa came across her. During the Sports Festival, the villain attack triggered Eri's trauma and she defensively activated her Quirk. I was holding her at the time and so-"
"You were rewound."
"Yeah," Toshinori admitted sheepishly. "The principal suspects I've regressed about 20 years, meaning I'm now around 35."
"Then your injury?" Itsuka asked immediately.
Toshinori smiled as he raised his shirt to expose his left side, "All healed up."
"That's amazing," Itsuka leaned closer to examine the unmarked skin, "There's no sign it was even there. But if your injury's gone, then has your strength returned as well?"
"No," the hero sighed, "and I actually wanted to speak to you about that. Because of my injury, as you know I was only able to hold my buff form, be All Might, for about three hours a day. Now with my injury healed, my muscular form is back to being my true form, meaning I truly am All Might again. There's no time limit to worry about."
"Great, then-"
"But One For All is still fading," Itsuka's smile turned into a frown. "I can feel it slipping away from me, passing to you. I might have been rewound to a point before I passed on One For All, but I still passed the torch, and that action can't be undone."
"Then," Itsuka slowly reached for her hair, "do you want me to give it back?" For a moment the question hung in the air, and Itsuka could see the temptation on her mentor's face, the desire in his eyes until he finally closed them.
"No." His voice was firm, leaving no room for questions. "I appreciate the offer, I really do. The fact you offered at all shows that I made the right choice in choosing you as my successor. But that's what you are: my successor. My era is ending, and it would be selfish of me to try and stay on stage after the curtain's been closed. The new generation of heroes, you and your classmates, are the future, and that is where my time needs to be focused. All this incident has done is given me more time to be All Might, time to prepare the public for my eventual retirement and the new era you youngsters will usher in."
Itsuka was silent, eyes wide as she stared at her idol in awe. "You know, sometimes I forget just who you are." She said with a shake of her head, "You become Yagi-sensei, but then you make a speech like that and I'm reminded just whose shoes I have to fill."
"You don't have to fill any shoes," Toshinori chuckled, "It might sound cliche, but be your own hero. Don't try to fill my shadow, make your own; I'm here to help you."
A phone call is here! A phone call is here!
Itsuka couldn't help but laugh as Toshinori frantically grabbed at his pockets desperately trying to find his phone. "Seriously?" She questioned with a wry grin.
"Hush," All Might muttered distractedly as he checked the number before standing with a groan. "Whelp, duty calls, Nezu wants to speak to me. Still, I'm glad we were able to talk. You should be released later today, don't give the doctors too much trouble, and go easy on your body until Recover Girl gives you the all clear." His voice trailed away as the blond made his way out of the room.
"Oh, one last thing," All Might said leaning back around the doorway, "I meant to ask, would you like to meet Eri? Aizawa mentioned he wanted her to meet some younger people and I put your name forward, but if you feel uncomfortable, I can always-"
"All Might," Itsuka interrupted with a smile, "I'd love to."
"Okay that's good, thenn… yeah I'll let Aizawa know. Um, bye," the blond ducked back out of view, leaving Itsuka alone in the room to wonder just how her meeting with All Might's little guardian angel would go.
"Wow, I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk."
"Hm?" Yui blinked, tilting her head to the side to express her confusion. Yanagi didn't respond, merely taking a prolonged drink of tea as she stared at her classmate. Seated at a small cafe, the two had a clear view of U.A. resting atop a hill overlooking Musutafu. That morning, Yui had received a phone call asking her to come back to the school so that she could clarify some of the details given in her statement to the police. Alone in her apartment with no other plans for the day, Yui had agreed.
Returning to the school, Yui had been met by Vlad-sensei who led her to Nezu's office, explaining along the way that, as her teacher, he was there to both provide support and represent her best interests during the questioning, making it clear that she was neither in trouble or suspected of any wrongdoing. Entering the office, Yui's surprise was evident by how she blinked as she took in the trench coat wearing man, but the majority of her focus was fixed on the small white mammal sitting upon an oversized chair behind a desk much too big for it. "Cute."
The trench coat wearing man snorted, turning his head to the side in a failed attempt to hide his clear amusement, but the being in question only smiled. "Why thank you Miss Kodai, I must agree my pelt has been rather lustrous lately, I'm so glad you noticed. I'm Nezu, which you should already know from orientation. This is Detective Tsukauchi," a hand — paw? — gestured to the man, who dipped his head in introduction. "Detective Tsukauchi is the official responsible for handling criminal matters relating to U.A. and is the lead investigator of yesterday's events. Detective."
"Thank you. Now Miss Kodai, I'm sorry to call you in so soon after what happened, but it is pressing that we get as many leads as we can while the iron's hot so to speak. I am required by law to tell you that I do possess a lie detection Quirk, so I will know if you are being truthful or not. That said, are you okay with answering my questions relating to yesterday's events?"
"Yes."
And so it went, for the next two hours Yui had slowly walked them through the attack as it had appeared to her, from the moment she got up to use the bathroom to when a Pro Hero finally came upon her and the bloody lower body of her would-be attacker. They'd then dismissed her after thanking the black haired girl for her time and assigning her the date of her first mandatory counseling session with Hound Dog. Apparently, any students who'd been in the stadium during the attack were being given mandatory counseling sessions to help them recover with U.A., bringing in additional counselors to meet the sudden demand.
Leaving the campus and making her way back towards the train station, Yui had been surprised to hear someone calling her name and turned to see her classmate Reiko Yanagi sitting at a cafe enjoying the fair weather. The two girls were amongst the quietest members of their class and so had quickly bonded with one another, although they rarely hung out outside of school. The silver haired ghoul had invited the black haired kuudere to join her for lunch and had, of course, asked her dining companion what brought her to Musutafu, so for the second time that day, Yui found herself sharing what happened.
"I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk."
"Hm?" Yui blinked, tilting her head to the side to express her confusion.
Yanagi didn't immediately respond, merely taking a prolonged drink of tea as she stared at her classmate. "It's rare for you to be so vocal," she said eventually. "I also feel like I must apologize to you, a belief that will likely be shared by other classmates of ours. During the attack, we noticed you were absent but deemed it wiser to evacuate than seek you out." Leaning forwards in her chair, she bowed her head, "I offer you my sincerest apologies for pursuing such an action when you were in danger. We might have been under attack, but you were left alone to confront three villains by yourself."
Yui blinked "Mm?"
Yanagi must have sensed her confusion, "The three villains: the man who attacked you, Tesla, his killer, Izu-kun, and then the one-armed woman with the knives."
"Tesla didn't know them?" Yui pointed out.
"Yes, but I doubt all of the villains knew each other," Yanagi's statement could have been taken as an argument if her voice hadn't remained monotone as she talked, "and you seem to be forgetting that this Izu-kun used his Quirk to kill a man. Yes he was attacking you, but you can't use your Quirk without a license unless it's in self defense. That automatically means he broke the law. And when he used his Quirk, he didn't try to fight Tesla or knock him unconscious, he went straight for the kill. That means he's used to using his Quirk, used to killing, which makes it highly likely that this Izu-kun and by extension his associate are villains."
Having made her point, Yanagi leaned back in her chair and relaxed, enjoying the silence that descended over the two 1-B girls. Kodai on the other hand took a long sip of her drink, holding her cup tightly. As Yanagi had laid out her logic, something dark had stirred in the kuudere's chest rising up unbidden, although there was no outward sign of its awakening.
'You don't mean it,' the ravenette couldn't help but think, as she looked at her dining companion. 'You apologize but your words are hollow, meaningless. You sit here and look me in the eye apologizing for abandoning me with one breath then claim that the man who saved me is a villain in the next? Where were you when I was pinned to the ground unable to move? Where were you when Tesla threatened to rape and kill me? Did you come to save me? No you left me to die! You call Izu-kun a villain for saving me from a rapist, a murderer! You think he shouldn't have done what he did?! What gives you the right to decide?!' For all her dark thoughts, not a single one manifested itself on Yui's face. She simply sat there, her expression unchanging, the pale emotionless visage of a porcelain doll.
The Next Day
"AAAHHHHH!" With a wild scream, Eri sat up in bed, her tiny fists clenching the sheets wrapped around her as her ruby eyes darted around in panic and fear. She was panting, her heart pounding within her chest as she scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Eri. Eri. Eri!" A faint voice called her name, growing louder as she focused on it. Her head whipped around, another scream building in her throat as her eyes landed on the familiar black shaggy hair and tired eyes of Mr. Aizawa. She saw him raise his hand, felt it rest on her head where it began to rub soothing circles in her hair.
Her vision blurred as her eyes began to water and she threw herself as best she could against his chest. "I'm sowy!" She bawled, clutching onto his shirt. "I'm sowy! Don't abandon me! Pwease! I'm sowry!" Aizawa didn't say a word, his hand simply moving from her head to her back which he continued to rub as Eri poured out her emotions.
Eventually she tired herself out, but she remained clutching onto him shaking softly. "It's okay. It's okay. Everything's fine." Mr. Aizawa murmured, repeating the same words he'd been saying since she'd latched onto him.
Eri sniffled, burrowing in further to his chest. "Bu-bu-but they came for me." She whispered.
"Hm?"
"The beak man, he came for me."
"No, Eri. No he didn't."
Eri slowly looked up, eyes wide, "He…didn't?"
"No," Mr. Aizawa shook his head, "The beak man was just a bad man there to do bad things. He wasn't after you."
Eri sniffled, tears coming afresh as she ducked back into Mr. Aizawa's chest. "But my curse. I used it and I hurt someone. My horn was itchy but I didn't tell you."
"Then tell me in the future," the man chided gently, "I'm here to help you control it, but I can only do that if you let me know when it's bothering you." He sighed, "The Sports Festival was supposed to be a safe place, no one could have known what was going to happen. To place you in the middle of an event like that," he rubbed her back, "Eri, no one is mad at you for using your Quirk and the man you used it on, he's okay."
"R-really?"
"Really."
"I know you probably don't want to talk about the incident, but there were some good things about the day, right? You got to have some good food?"
"Yeah," Eri shuffled around a bit as she remembered the candied apple Auntie Nemuri had given her before she seemingly remembered something and looked up with a small smile, clearly excited. "Mr. Aizawa, I saw him, I saw him. I saw my hero."
Aizawa blinked, "What?"
-End of Arc IV-
'The Sports Festival'
Next:
-Arc V-
'Brewing Storm'
¹ - Of course it is, Appoline. Your husband Ramsay is as good a cook as ever. I am truly blessed to be able to enjoy the fruits of his labor once more.
² - Thank you, my lord
³ - As always it is a pleasure to serve you. Can I get you anything else? Some wine? Perhaps a charcuterie board to compliment it?
Author's Note:
Happy April everybody, it is my pleasure to proudly declare that after one year and a third of another the Sports Festival Arc is officially over. I hope it lived up to the setup I gave it. For those of you complaining about a lack of Izuku action don't worry he'll be a much more important player in the next arc. After all he now knows about Tomura but Tomura knows about him as well. Both need to build up their forces and with Tenya's brother not being attacked by Stain things cannon is certainly going to change. Also now that I have the MHA Vigilantes series you can expect the characters within to potentially make an appearance.
As always make sure to leave a comment and vote on the poll on my profile page which you can find by clicking my name. Additionally starting next month $5 P-atreons will get their name listed in this story so I can show how much I appreciate them. So if you are interested in that as well as getting access to chapter early make sure to become one. Lastly since there is a surprising lack of Nomu in cannon feel free to design your own and send it to me. Tell me their tier, Quirks, appearance, and if they have one a backstory. I might even use them.
Well until next time this is the Bloodborne Great One trying to get a date with Dead By Daylight's entity,
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