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Nothing was left of the entire yakuza underground facility. Not only did the collapse bury everything under thousands upon thousands of tons worth of rubble, the explosives that were used to detonate the supports took out important evidence. All the computers, research, and other possible pieces of incriminating evidence that had any useful information went up in smoke. The police were lucky to even find an intact napkin at this point.

Thankfully, the wounded were a very small number of the heroes. The bad news was how one hero in particular was mortally wounded to the point of needing to be transported to ESD medical. They would do what they could, but the medics warned some of the heroes that destroyed organs were just that.

It didn't take long to find the unconscious Chisaki after sifting through the debris. His lower half had been restored, with the rotting flesh that he used as a boon against Bloodsoaked lying in pieces from where he crawled away from. It seemed as though he didn't have the strength to regenerate all of himself and had eventually passed out a short distance after his escape attempt. He was bound to a stretcher and placed in an armored transport for medical treatment and processing.

Things looked bad, but they could have been worse. Having a body count of zero civilians certainly helped improve the public opinion over the destruction of so many homes. There was no hesitation on the government's part to compensate the families who lost their livelihoods in the disaster. It was a close call, but things were still amicable between the heroes and the public.

Freeway

Slowly coming to, Chisaki recognized the feeling of being inside of a vehicle. The more he regained his consciousness, the more he realized where he actually was.

His eyes were open and able enough to see he wasn't inside of a normal ambulance. Walls like slabs of solid steel with the smooth driving sensation of a heavier vehicle told him he was in some sort of high security medical transport. Both his arms and legs were bound and strapped to the gurney he was in. What was odd about the set up was how his arms were restrained.

Police containment often had quirk users with abilities associated with physical touch inside of a specially made cuff that covers one's hands. His hands were forced upwards with a brace angling his elbows upwards. He still couldn't touch anything, but it seemed too rudimentary for the security he was given in comparison.

Peeking over to the left, the medical attendant at his side was running their diagnostic on his vitals. Trying to speak then made him realize that he was wearing a muzzle with a rubber mouth piece lodged into his mouth that kept his jaw clamped shut. All he could do was try and yank violently at the straps and brace to see if he could loosen the restraints. The medic didn't heed his escape attempts as Chisaki started to thrash and yank against the still secured belts and cuffs. This went on for a few minutes until he was finally exhausted.

"Are you done?"

There was a voice from someone he failed to recognize as present within the transport. What he did recognize was the voice itself. Leaning forward from the seat behind the cabinet blocking Chisaki's sight was none other than the man who was the main reason he was in need of medical treatment.

Chisaki tried to get the attendants attention to tell them that there was a criminal murderer inside the vehicle with them. Again, only silence and ignorance were all he got from the apathetic medic.

Watching the man walk around and even getting the attendant to clear out of the way for him made Chisaki's stomach drop down into his pelvis. Not only was he responsible for many of his injuries; he was even in charge of the ambulance taking him to the hospital.

Bloodsoaked took a seat next to Chisaki before sighing and grasping at the mask he wore by the filter. A few clicks and hisses unlatched the head cover for it to start unfolding off of his head. The disguise, the visage, the persona; was finally peeled back to reveal the face of the infamous bloodsoaked. Rather than a monster or devil, a normal looking man with white hair and a beard was what greeted Chisaki.

"Now that we're alone; I think you owe me an explanation for your actions. Nurse?"

Without hesitation, the medic removed the muzzle to give Chisaki the ability to speak once more. There was some apprehension that kept him suspicious of the man. His silence was already too much for Nakamura's waning patience. A slap that crossed Chisaki's cheek like a bullwhip got him to recognize this man wasn't above humiliating him still.

Blood started to leak into his mouth after a tooth cut the inside of his cheek. That blow he took was disorienting enough for Chisaki to forgo the defiant act for a few moments until the stars cleared from his vision.

"You've fucked everything up enough! Now answer me!"

Turning back to Haru, Chisaki once again was about to be defiant when they met gazes. All resistance to the man's request disappeared with the sheer amount of cruel disgust he saw staring back at him. For years, he fought against all sorts of odds from a very young age to make his stake in the world. Looking into Nakamura's eyes was unlike anything he knew could even exist within another person. Like he was being swallowed alive by the mere presence of this psychotic embodiment of death itself.

Some stuttering and feeble explanations over how he wished to restore the yakuza through a new drug market only served to enrage Haru even more than he was before. Chisaki could see the glare become sharper than before after finishing his explanation. For all the problems, all the unnecessary chaos he invited to his doorstep, Nakamura realized that this was nothing more than a prideful child throwing a tantrum.

Taking the middle finger of Chisaki's left hand, the young man tried to use his quirk to finally kill the man. Nothing happened. Over and over, he tried to activate his power without success. Panic started to set in when he came to the realization that his quirk was unresponsive.

"Doesn't taste so good when you take it, huh doctor?"

Questioning the man through his stare, Haru revealed the case he had inside of his jacket pocket. The man strapped to the gurney immediately recognized it as the case he used to carry the prototype drug he created. Turning his head to the IV hanging above his head revealed that his IV indeed had the same tinge of color as the prototype. He was being fed his drug intravenously.

Adding insult to injury was how Nakamura then crushed the entire case with one hand. All of the liquid came seeping out between his fingers. The broken glass and plastic rained down onto the floor where the rest of the contaminated smales were dumped. He couldn't produce the drug without his quirk; and even if he did, Haru just sent him back to the drawing board with the destruction of his only working sample. Everything he did was now just a complete waste of time.

"Let me tell you a story, you ignorant fuck. Something that your dear old dad never told you about your precious and noble yakuza."

Nakamura told Chisaki about the state of the yakuza around fifty years ago. That it wasn't the police or heroism that was the primary culprit of their downfall, but the sheer amount of mismanagement and greed from within that caused the entire organization to fall apart at the seams.

Nepotism, favoritism, inner conflict; all these things were driving an already diseased animal towards a cliff to drop it off the edge. None of the qualities that Chisaki held in regard for the yakuza were present amongst those managing the books.

When he said that if it hadn't been for him stepping in to salvage the situation, Chisaki's eyes went wide. This guy looked to be in his forties at best. Even with white hair, his face didn't look a day over thirty.

Apparently, he took a small faction of yakuza and went into hiding with them. He then spent years after that eliminating the competition while those who defected with him began to nurture themselves and spread their roots wherever he cleared out the competition. It was through decades of careful planning and extreme discretion that he now owned over eighty percent of the country.

Either this man was delusional, or he was telling the truth. There was no inbetween with that sort of story. For Chisaki, this was almost too much to process all at once. Not only was the organization he thought of as noble and proud a complete sham that went under due to being mismanaged; this man, the one who put him here and ripped away everything he had, was the most powerful man in the country. What he had planned to become and create looked like a child's school project in comparison. Never had Chisaki felt so broken and defeated. He didn't even have his pride as a yakuza member anymore. All of it was nothing more than a lie he fooled himself into believing.

"Most people think that power is sitting on a throne with a magic wand that gives you anything and everything you want. That sort of thinking is exactly why I fucking hate the way you fucking morons do things."

A snap of his fingers had the medic retrieve a tray that had a few medical tools strapped on top of it. Returning the muzzle into Chisaki's mouth, Haru went through the tools on the tray before settling on one in particular. Dread slowly crawled all over Chisaki's skin at the sight of the bone saw that was brandished in Nakamura's gloved hand. The medic produced a strap with a ring in it to then loop around Chisaki's arm as a tourniquet.

Still speaking as if he was having a simple conversation at the water cooler, the jagged blade was set on the skin where he intended to start cutting.

"All you fucking idiots think that the top is some magical wonderland where you live out your wildest fantasies. In reality, it's just a fucking headache."

The first pull of the saw felt unlike anything he felt before in his life. It was an intense pain that was agony with even the shallowest of cuts. Back and forth, even the weight Nakamura was putting on the blade was light. It was the sharpness of the saw that was doing a majority of the work.

"So many factors that I know you braindead retards are incapable of managing. Yet you keep trying."

Chisaki thought he was going to vomit into the muzzle. His hand was being cut off from right under the wrist with him being unable to even beg for it to stop. Biting his tongue off was better than this. Something that Haru foresaw ahead with a muzzle preventing that sort of escape from what he had in store for Chisaki. The bone began to produce a high pitched screeching noise that he could hear through his arm and up the shoulder. Each pass back and forth just kept producing the nightmarish noise that made the pain so much worse.

"You try and try, and you end up burning down the foundation to your ideal castle. Having the whole thing coming down over your head should be something to expect. It always baffles me when you lot act surprised. Like you had nothing to do with it."

Halfway through the arm, Chisaki finally blacked out. Stopping in his tracks, Haru smacked the man across his face again to wake him up. It took a moment for the former yakuza leader to realize what had happened before Nakamura continued.

"Don't you dare fucking black out, you piece of shit! You don't have that fucking right!"

This was hell. Caring about the yakuza was all he desired. To give their name some meaning once again. In reality, none of it even mattered from the very beginning. His entire life was already this man's property to do with as he wanted. Now he was being punished for being insubordinate on top of being naive.

"And here you are. Thinking that torturing a child to chase a title was all justified. Tearing her apart over and over again, thinking that what you wanted was well worth her misery."

Suddenly, the sawing became more violent. The blade was not as stable and grinded up against the sides of the cut. Each stroke hurt several times more than what it was before. Chisaki pissed himself and even threw up, only to be forced into swallowing the bile due to the muzzle.

"That's why I fucking hate it when people beg me! Did you really do what you did without the resolve to have the same done to you?! Always with the begging! To not even have the balls to take what you deliver!"

After the hand was finally severed, the nurse immediately went to treat the bleeding to stabilize the entrapped criminal. The hand was tossed into the medical waste bin. Rounding the gurney, Nakamura was already waiting for the medic to finish their work before they helped to bind the other arm.

Blood splashed onto Haru's face during his more violent sawing attempts. All Chisaki wanted was for this to end.

"... I saw the room. I read the reports. All I'm doing is balancing the books. Something you couldn't do to save yourself with. Even then, you were screwed before you were even born."

Finishing their treatment, the medic then provided their service to tie down the other arm. His eyes followed the saw as it was lowered to his only intact arm.

"Your arms are just something I wanted to do personally. The rest of you is gonna be taken care of by the others."

Gruesome details on how Nakamura planned to turn him into a living corpse hooked up to machines for the rest of his life terrified the young man. Throughout the sawing, what was planned for him was to strip him like a cheap sedan in a carjacker's garage for all his organs and skin. Things wouldn't end there for Chisaki.

Only after he was a husk would he then be hooked up to extensive life support for however long he could remain alive in such a state. He would feel the pain of being torn apart for the rest of his days until he dies or until Nakamura gets bored of his torment.

Either way worked out fine for the sadistic man.

Both hands were severed with the stumps treated for infection and dressed to stop the bleeding. It hurt badly, so badly; but at least the actual cutting was over. Perhaps this was his retribution for not only putting Eri through what she went through.

He was cruel and unfeeling while she paid the price for his ambitions. Now he was about to lose more than just his powers or the yakuza. His own flesh along with his right to doe was all about to be taken away.

While Chisaki fell into despair in silence, there was a sound coming from outside of the vehicle. Something had impacted the transport hard enough to rattle the interior. It seemed that there were some uninvited guests trying to get at the cargo. Unknown to them, this man's fate was Nakamura's to do with as he wanted.

The mask returned to his face to shield his identity. With it on, Haru commed the drivers to check what was going on.

"Transport, what's going on?"

"We have league members attempting to get into the vehicle. How do you wish to proceed, sir?"

To Chisaki, he couldn't hear a thing being said by Nakamura. A few moments passed before Haru's hand came off the mask before he went for the gun sitting where he was sitting earlier. It shocked him that Nakamura then shot through the metal wall separating the driver's and passenger's seat. This sent the vehicle into a tailspin that ended the driver's life along with his partners. A vehicle as heavy as the one being driven was only able to turn just over one hundred and eighty degrees before coming to a complete stop. The medic didn't react to the execution of two of his officers while sitting in solemn silence. The final execution went straight through their head and mercifully ended them without excessive pain.

These officers were so loyal to Nakamura that they willingly died so that he could keep his identity a secret. Watching the power this man had in action terrified Chisaki, though not as much as the idea of what was about to happen to him if he couldn't escape.

From there, Haru planted two devices of some kind and stood back before retrieving the detonator from the bag hanging off his back. He fiddled with the dials and waited for the opportune moment to blow the door.

Outside the Transport

The League of Villains were up ahead of the armored transport that was taking Chisaki to the hospital. Shigaraki had a flair for the dramatic as he was perched up on top of the blank semi's trailer. Inside the trailer itself were Dabi and Compress, both primed and ready to pull Overhaul out of the transport.

Dabi's flames swallowed the truck up in a geyser of flames that encased the entire vehicle. Emerging from the flames, not even the tires were looking any worse for wear after such a brutal inferno. Up next was Compress and the boulders he had preemptively stored as marbles in his pockets. One particularly large boulder was ideal to try and flip the vehicle. With a flick, the marble was tossed onto the road to then expand in an instant with a boulder taking its place. Even then, the vehicle had the design of an armored ATV and somehow was durable enough while also being heavy enough to simply crush the boulder against the road and turn it into chunks that fell behind it.

Clearly this type of vehicle was designed with the idea of being able to resist certain types of damage. Now it was up to Tomura to get into the vehicle since the other two couldn't get it to stop. Just as he was calculating the distance and jump, two shots could be heard from within the ESD medical transport. The windshields cracked as the vehicle suddenly turned around in a tailspin.

They let Spinner know that they needed to stop the truck since the vehicle they were pursuing was finally neutralized. Backing up to the sight of the now sedentary vehicle, everyone was on edge.

All of them except Spinner saw what had happened. None of them had anything to do with the transport coming to a complete halt. They didn't have time to question the circumstances too much with the ESD likely to be there within minutes. Cautiously, they approached the armored vehicle.

Shigaraki reached for the door as the others were getting ready for a possible fight. Maybe there was someone else who was stepping in on their hit job. None of them were aware of the possible threat of the man that Twice and Toga were trying to warn the rest of them of. As a preemptive measure, the comms weren't the only things that were disabled in and around the yakuza base of operations.

No cellular signals were going in and out of a certain radius of the city. Toga desperately was still trying to get a signal when her call finally got through to Compress. Seeing who it was, Compress answered to hear what the girl had to say.

"Toga, where the hell were you? We've bee- wait, slow down! What are you… Shit! Shigaraki!"

Tomura had only enough time to turn his head in the direction of Compress before a blast from the vehicle sent them stumbling backwards. Flying over them and into the asphalt was the incredibly thick plated door that served as a ramp into the vehicle. Ears were ringing as the disoriented villains had to pick themselves back up off the ground.

From out of the dark, a hooded figure wearing a gas mask emerged into the light. Everybody knew who this was that beat them to the punch. Only one of them knew who it truly was underneath the mask.

Their plan had only a transport vehicle to worry about. Bloodsoaked's presence complicated things past the point of even being possible to complete. There was only one thing for them and even that was a gamble for success. If they could manage to run away, maybe he wouldn't be interested in chasing after them all. Meanwhile, Shigaraki had different intentions. The card that he found in his pocket a few weeks ago was the object of his obsession whenever he had time to look at it. It was so thoroughly analyzed that he didn't even need to hold onto it for the phone number written on the front.

Shigaraki took a few short steps to confront the masked man. His other league members asked what he was doing before he spoke to Bloodsoaked directly. Since meeting this masked man, all he had were questions about his past. About who it was he was struggling to remember.

"Who is he?! That man?! Tell me who he is, right now!"

Those out of the loop were confused at what Shigaraki was talking about. There was no context to go off of while Bloodsoaked understood the young man perfectly.

"... Come on! Enough games! Tell me, or I will fucking end you!"

"..."

"..."

"... Who do you think your master is? Truly. To him, that deranged piece of expired meat is a nuisance at best."

A few of the league members took issue with the blatant issue while only Dabi hesitated to react as strongly. His questions over who Nakamura was were just as plentiful as Shigaraki. How he was able to defeat the most powerful villain by himself still made no sense to him. If he was so powerful, why was he like that? Who he was all Dabi could think about for the past few weeks. It was a secret that he never revealed to his fellow league members, since it would place him in a suspicious position and more importantly threaten the life of a man he held in higher regard than his own family.

Memories of their last meeting were not good memories for Touya, but he still valued them dearly. The smell of rain as he ran away. The panic in his chest as Nakamura was right behind him. The painful cold settled into his bones as he had to watch Haru's back retreat into the thick downpour and away from Touya's hiding spot. Till this day, he still couldn't forget the pain in Haru's eyes as he desperately was searching for the boy. He hurt the man who was better to him than his own father.

"Don't you da-"

"I'm not talking to you, lizard."

Speaking in a calm tone didn't detract how terrifying it was to be addressed by Bloodsoaked. Spinner stumbled back once more and landed on his ass. Turning his attention back to Tenko, Haru gave him what he believed to be the right amount of information for now.

"You'll know when he'll talk to you. Just don't forget."

Again, only Tenko knew the context of what they were talking about. Without warning, something fell from Bloodsoaked's left hand. Nobody could see that he had a grenade of some kind hidden away in his hand when he got out of the vehicle. It spewed a great volume of thick smoke that enveloped both himself and all the other league members on the road instantly. Not being an irritant at least was less of a challenge with how thick the cloud was.

Dabi was just as lost as the others while trying to reach for something to help him out of the visual obstruction. His jacket was pulled open with someone reaching into the interior pocket. Out of reflex, he grabbed the offending hand and was about to strike down the stranger when they said something that gave them pause.

"Don't tell him, Touya. He's not ready."

With that, the man disappeared. Eventually the cloud cleared out and left just the villains alone on the highway. Shigaraki was frustrated since he already had an idea of how he could find his answers while being too afraid to do so. Who this person was made Tomura look back on what could have been. What he was possibly taken from by his master. It made him uncertain of the man who raised him as his protege.

In a different headspace was Touya. Reaching into his pocket, it was a black card with silver ink writing out a phone number. Looking back, this card looked far too similar to the one he found Shigaraki fretting over at times when he thought he was alone. It seemed now there were more questions than before.

Nakamura Haru was involved with all of this in a larger way than he thought possible. If he wanted answers, he needed to speak to the man. He just needed to wait for the right moment to do so.

With the sounds of sirens on their way, they all had to leave. Those seeds of doubt that Haru had planted were starting to sprout into something that could be those boy's redemption. Patience was the name of the game still, and he had plenty to go around.

ESD Medical Center

There were few heroes that needed to be examined for their injuries if they had any. Izuku was somehow only in need of a few bandaids with the more serious conditions being taken in for surgery.

Being in the ESD medical facility was nothing like being in a hospital. Equipment that looked to be more for a futuristic society along with medical professionals reviewing data and files regarding medicine were passing him by without even looking at him. This was where the top of the line medical developments took place and it showed. When he asked some of the passing staff, they were unexpectedly kind in painting him in the right direction. Around the last corner were all the heroes from Nighteye's agency along with All Might.

Getting closer to speak to them allowed Midoriya to see that they were being spoken to by a doctor of the ESD surgical staff. They were going through a tablet with information on the badly wounded hero's diagnosis, so Izuku dropped in on the conversation to hear what it was they had to say about Nighteye's condition.

"... I'm truly sorry. He cannot undergo surgery in the state that he's in. The damaged area is far too large and would be impossible to reattach, even with all the donor parts he would require to even replace all the damaged tissue as well as the organs."

As a medical professional, he had Bubble Girl sit as well as those he had close relations with. Awata and All Might were planted in their seats as the assessment was given about how Nighteye was unable to be operated on.

"Preventing infection is the best we can do for him. Operating on him would only endanger his life even further. If you wish to make your peace with him, he is sedated enough to alleviate most of his discomfort without having him go under. I'll have the nurses assist you whenever you wish to speak with him."

Izuku could read the writing on the wall enough to figure out that Nighteve was being treated with passive treatment before his inevitable death. All those who worked with the hero were trying to keep it together before they went to see the hero in the critical condition ward. It was a terrible truth, but his last day alive was very likely to be today. There was nothing else they could do for him except speak their peace before he went.

From out of the corner of his eye, Izuku saw someone in a black hooded sweater and jeans exit one of the rooms down the hall from where the group had gathered. Paying no heed, he joined the others to go over what they were going to say to the dying hero. Eventually, they were ready to go talk to Nighteye.

It was a strange coincidence for Izuku that the room they were guided through to approach the critical condition ward was the same one that hooded figure walked out of. Perhaps he was here to visit a relative or friend and didn't want to be talked to.

ESD Medical Center Critical Ward

The tank that had Nighteye partially submerged in luminescent blue liquid was what he was submerged in before he was placed in the tub he sat in now. He was extremely pale with all the machines around him doing what they could to replace organ function now missing from his body.

All Might was the first to speak to the weakened man. Meeting again like this wasn't how All Might wanted to see his former sidekick. A cruel twist of fate that still had more to offer in terms of misery to the already weakened hero.

"Ah, All Might. Come to see me on my death bed."

"This… This isn't how I wanted to do things. I really handled things poorly, Nighteye."

What Nighteye corrected for the former hero was how he had an equal share in the fault of their falling out. His ambition to try and change All Might's future made him difficult to deal with from even his own perspective. For those he interacted with in his standoffish behavior, he wanted to make amends with them more than anything. Not a damn thing changed after all the work he put into trying to make things turn out differently. What his power of foresight had made him was obsessed over something that needed none of his meddling in the first place.

When he met Izuku, something truly changed. The way he was so easily able to connect with Nighteye and even make him laugh was a first for him. The future was almost unperceivable when it came to the brave young hero Izuku was. Someone like him had a great future ahead of them, no matter what it was.

From out in the hallway, Mirio's voice could be heard coming through the door before he slid it open to see his mentor hooked up to all those machines. Something in Togata broke slightly to watch his teacher in such a sorry state. Behind him, the nurse following him was simply there to make sure that the boy doesn't hurt himself as he only recently woke up. With the treatment he received for his puncture wounds, he was good to travel around the hospital right then and there. Only stipend being he needed the nurse to follow him wherever he went.

Rushing to his teacher's side, tears flooded the boy's eyes out of despair for the loss of his mentor. Waking up, the first thing he asked was where the other heroes were. Hearing that Nighteye was in critical condition without the minimum physical requirements for surgery got him up and running for his teacher.

"Ah, Mirio. You're here. I can't tell you how sorry I am for putting you through all that I did to try and make you stronger."

"I am stronger! I'm going to continue to get stronger as long as you're with me! Please!"

It was futile to argue the truth. The equipment was the only thing that was keeping him alive. If even one of these machines stopped what they were doing, he would be dead in a second. His eyes were starting to flutter shut from how exhausted he suddenly felt.

He could feel it coming close. The end.

There was still something he needed to do. One last thing he needed to look at before his eyes failed him forever. His hands went to wipe away the tears from his dear student's face. A final look into the boy's future revealed a bright path that would see him as a symbol for people to look up towards. It was everything he knew that Mirio was capable of achieving with his strength and spirit. Truly, Nighteye felt as though he was the lucky one for meeting such a fantastic student.

"A future as beautiful as that place. Keep smiling. Show the world there is light to help bring them joy. I trust you all. Don't worry, I've seen something truly amazing because of him. I know you'll succeed…"

His pulse kept getting weaker. The amount of time between each beep grew longer and longer until…

As much as he wanted them to share their smiles with the world, they first had to get through their tears for Nighteye. What Nighteye said before he passed would later become the catalyst to something that Izuku didn't even know he was a part of. Something even beyond his wildest imagination.

Earlier

Coming out of the anesthesia was an unpleasant affair to experience. The stiffness, the pain, the restraint; none of it was something that Nighteye was fond of. The room was empty, save for the hooded figure standing next to his bedside.

At first he thought that he was already dead and this man was simply here to take his soul to the afterlife. For a drugged up patient, this assumption was a fair one.

"Are… Are you… Death?"

"Some do call me that. Though in this instance, you're still very much alive."

The hood didn't hide his entire face. Even the eyes were visible as there was no moody sort of feel to his look. Likely he was just wearing the sweater to blend into the background. WHo this was made Nighteye a little nervous, though the man did put him at ease over his intentions of being here alone with the bedridden hero.

"Don't worry, I'm harmless. Reason why I'm here is to offer you something."

A hand was placed at the glass edge of the partially filled tub that was helping Nighteye remain amongst the land of the living.

"When you looked into the future, what did you see?"

That image returned to him as a faint memory. Somewhere that he didn't recognize or even remember in full. All he knew was how beautiful a place it was.

"It was… It was beautiful… Unlike anything I've ever seen… Was that heaven?"

Chuckling softly, the stranger shook his head at the guess.

"No. It isn't. It's a place beyond that… A place that you find beautiful; I call hell."

Who this was made Nighteye far more curious than he did in his entire lifetime. A hand came down to then lightly touch the weakened hero on the inside of his wrist. He stared into the eyes of the man to give them an opportunity to take a closer look at what he saw.

"When you tried to look into the future; something got in the way, didn't it?"

More questions. How did he know that Nighteye had his visions blocked? He told nobody about the incident. So how did he know that's what happened?

"That may have been my fault. Things tend to go fuzzy when it comes to things that haven't happened yet. Least I can do is pull back the curtains for you to take a look."

Cautiously, Nighteye activated his quirk. What he saw left him absolutely speechless. A place he couldn't describe. It was even more beautiful from what he could remember. To see such a place was a blessing that he felt was not his right to be. His heart ached over the fact that he would be unable to keep looking upon such a wonderful place.

"I… I-I have no words…"

"They usually don't the first time around."

"Bu-but what is this place?"

Retrieving his hand, the stranger shared what he thought the place was in as concise of an explanation as he could.

"It's the truth. Nothing more or less."

Turning away, the man left Nighteye with that glimpse into a place that no other human being in existence had ever seen before. A place that he knew all too well. To share the knowledge of that place was more for himself than Nighteye. A way for him to feel less isolated than he already felt.