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There was an abandoned construction site that had been the agreed meetup point around the time that Hawk appeared. His contact was a representative of the one who unleashed the Nomu in the first place. Nighttime made it almost impossible to navigate the areas in the building that weren't next to a window. Only the moonlight provided any sort of decent visibility. Hawk was standing in a lit area when another made themselves known.

"You have some explaining to do, Hawk."

Without skipping a beat, Hawk just stared down the villain stepping out into the moonlight with his usual devil may care attitude.

"Me? That's odd; I could have sworn that we agreed for the Nomu to show up at a completely different area and time… I wonder if I'M the one who needs to explain what went wrong."

Flames that were sapphire blue and vibrant with heat sprouted all over Dabi's body. His angered grimace illuminated by the flames he used to intimidate the hero. This was far from being a game now for the league.

"That Nomu cost us, and all it got us was a fucking hole in the ground!"

"Don't forget about the window. It was my favorite grilling place, after all."

Fire was starting to edge towards Hawk as he antagonized the scarred villain. The reasons to not incinerate the hero were becoming fewer as the seconds passed.

"Don't fuck with me! Who did you contact regarding the deal?! Who was that back there; some kind of ally?! You fuck us on this and you'll see what it is we-"

"Believe it or not, he wanted to say something to you. So, let's cool off before we do something we regret…"

It was then that Dabi started to notice the feathers that were all floating around them. They were aimed directly at Dabi, with hostile intentions of cleaving several holes through his torso with one wrong move. He was certain he could burn the feathers, though getting them all at once was a different story.

"... I can turn them to ash."

"Mmmm-no you can't."

His feathers were actually trained to survive this sort of exposure since he was fourteen. Even superheated flames like Dabi's couldn't burn them enough to stop them from killing him.

"So! If we're done measuring our dicks; I would like to get back down to business. Like I said earlier, that man would like to speak to you."

"... When?"

If he couldn't intimidate Hawk, he could at least get some more intel on the hero. Perhaps this could be a boon to the league if he played his cards right.

"Right now."

There were footsteps coming in from out of the shadows. Footsteps that were distinctly heavy enough to be a fully grown man's. Dabi was on guard and glowing with blue fire as the individual got closer. His flames were another light source for him to look into the darkness, but when he started to see who the person silhouetted was; those flames immediately started to extinguish themselves.

Trying to deny who it was, Dabi tried to pull back the reveal to hide from this man. Like a child who closes their eyes to fool themselves that they have become invisible. Dabi couldn't move as his feet were glued to the floor. Now in the moonlight, it was like he was a photograph of the last time he saw this person. Even that damned look of sympathy and kindness was there.

"... Hey, kiddo. It's been too long…"

Several Days Later

It was finally time for Endeavor to be released from the hospital. It was by the skin of his teeth that the Nomu didn't kill him. Going through his abdomen, the weapon used actually ripped apart his intestines and severed one of his kidneys. He was going into septic shock when the ESD medics got to him. They sealed the breach and managed to get him into surgery asap to patch together the damaged areas before his body went into convulsions.

Now at the train station, there were some scars left from where he was struck. The right eye had been completely ripped out, so the surgeons got him another while even matching the color. Getting an eye removed was a common enough injury for the ESD to start growing their own organs from tissue cultures.

At the train station, Hawk was kind enough to guide the hero to his proper platform in time for his train back home. Their conversation from before Endeavor was admitted to the hospital continued as they both casually made their way through the station.

Endeavor knew that this was an issue that needed to be addressed, so he reluctantly accepted the proposal to help with keeping the Nomu in check. What he didn't know was that the situation was not as ambiguous as Hawk made it out to be. The main purpose of the proposal was to get Endeavor on board and feed him specific pieces of information to influence the heroes easier. Manipulating the number one hero was just another way to be careful that his dad wanted to be covered, so Hawk volunteered to offer the olive branch.

Watching Endeavor take his leave, Hawk thought of all the information thus far. The Nomu were indeed being produced by a single man who delved into the human genome that created these mutants. America was a bust for the creatures, so the production is small. Movement of other extremists groups have signaled the organization to start keeping tabs and shut things down if the Liberation Army started getting funny ideas. Even the so-called liberators didn't realize that they were already just a phone call away from becoming penniless as well as dissolved.

Be that as it may, everything had its timing. To start knocking dominoes down now would leave some standing still; so playing to both sides to speed things up was the best way of going about it.

There was nothing about the situation that neither he nor Haru didn't know about. It was all about patience and waiting for things to start falling into their predetermined places. If they happen to be off the mark a bit, a little sweep into the right position was barely a task to fret over. As of now, these opposing sides were nothing more than game pieces on the board that was built for their little game of war.

Todoroki Residence

Out of all of the Todorokis, Endeavor was the one who has spent the least amount of time in the estate. He even got lost for a moment to see where his children were. All of them were found to be in the dining room eating soba. Only Fuyumi greeted her father with any sort of kindness. Neither son in the room bothered to stop slurping their noodles to say hello to the man. Natsu was the most outspoken of the children and even told his father that he couldn't forgive him out of charity for his feelings.

"Where do you get off on just thinking we'll overlook everything you've done? Why does mom keep giving you all these chances? Why does H-"

"Natsu!"

It was Shoto who spoke up to stop his brother from saying anything else. It was so frustrating that neither adult Natsu wanted on his side of things were supportive of just letting the kids alienate the man. Whatever it may be, things were difficult to accept as they were. Natsu stormed off without saying another word while leaving the rest of the family in the dining room.

Fuyumi thought that Natsu went too far, but knew better than to push the issue. While they were all eating dinner, the news began to play a piece on what had happened during the incident with Endeavor and the Nomu.

Much of the public was disappointed that their number one hero was so easily defeated. Some were sympathetic to the hero, though that number was small. Others were more keen on how Hawk and that stranger managed to defeat the Nomu with melee combat alone. A big question that was hanging over the people of Japan was who exactly this mysterious character was that intervened to save the hero. Shoto and Fuyumi turned back to see if their father would be fuming. He was far from looking angry or even irritated.

His face was disappointed. Everything he heard did in fact hurt, but it was the truth. He did fall to that creature and almost died. The city was unprotected by their number one hero while others had to do the job for him. Reality was what it was; he failed.

"... I do apologize. I must think things over for a moment."

Seeing their father acting so humbled was not what they had expected as his children to see. Even Shoto felt that his dad was changing to try and better himself. Without any sort of obsession, the man was only left with himself. Although he was reluctant, perhaps it was about time he let things pass so that things can start to heal in their family. If a man like his father can change, why can't he?

UA Dorms

Izuku was beyond exhausted after the endurance training that was drilled into the students that day. About to go to bed, Toru was certain that she wouldn't want to spend the night with a smelly man in her bed. She gave the zombified Midoriya her towel and cleaning products along with his own to use him as a packing mule towards the girl's bath.

As a good girlfriend, she returned the favor of all those times he would wash her by now washing him. He wanted to help Toru get into the mood too, but was shot down when he tried to reach for her. The one who was in need of some care was him, not her. Watching the condensation form the outlines of her adorable pout compelled him to kiss her before surrendering to the invisible girl's touch. This was going to be fun for the girl with how vulnerable Izuku was being.

A full body scrub was given as the appetizer of what else she had in store for Izuku. She was even using her own body to rub up over the solid frame of Izuku to properly get coverage on her lather.

"Mmmm, Riiight there…"

His shoulders and forearms were sore from all the climbing he's had to do for the past few days. Toru rubbed her chest up on his back while working his knots with the heel of her hands. A deep rumbling in his lungs sent a soothing warmth all over the invisible girl's skin. The definition in his muscles was truly dangerous for a girl like herself.

Next up were his forearms. Rather than just massaging like normal, she left his hand against her neck as she tucked Izuku's arm in between her breasts. With all the soap that was lathered up on her own skin, Midoriya could see her curvy body with perfect definition. Those weighty breasts that were soft like marshmallows had their peaks poking through the suds. It wasn't what she intended, but Izuku reached up with his other arm and felt the right breast with his thumb rubbing down the nipple in circles.

Hearing such sinful noises from such a bubbly girl like Hagakure was far more fun than what it should have been. He couldn't take it anymore with the slow torture of the lather.

Toru squeaked when she felt Izuku snatch her up and place her legs around his waist. The cock she wanted to save for last was pressing up against her abdomen, the girl figuring that the tip of this beast went well past her womb. How she took this thing inside of her was a mystery she didn't really care to find out about.

Helping Midoriya with getting himself inside of her was the least she could do for him. Both hands worked the meat up and down before she started to heft herself up with her thighs. Not wanting to be heartless, Izuku helped Toru up by carrying her by the ass. It was so soft and generous enough for his fingers to start sinking into the orbs of flesh. Without too much trouble, she got the head inside. She balanced herself with Izuku's shoulders and let the rest of the work be handled by gravity.

Wanting to see, looking down at his dick being swallowed up was still a strange sight as any. Since Toru wasn't too physically adept or possessed a decent enough ranged attack yet, her muscles had to be developed for her needs to be constantly moving. Those muscles were making themselves very present with how much pressure his cock was under. He had to growl to keep the sight of her squeezing him tightly from making him cum too early.

"I-It's okaaay. Do it! Mmph… Fucking fill my pussy!"

She wanted Izuku to see her womb fill up. It was a thing that he and all the others loved to see happen as it did. Plus, it was a filling sensation that makes her feel more sensitive after it happens.

Midoriya couldn't leave a woman waiting, so he let his first load empty into her womb. A long moan at the hot spunk filling her was music to Izuku's ears. Much to his disappointment, the sids were making it difficult to see his load inside of Toru.

He carefully gripped Toru from the back and turned on the shower head they were seated at. Feeling the water on his ankle to check if it got hot enough, Midoriya rinsed himself and Toru off with the steaming hot water. Her body was clearly visible with the spray of water taking shape on her skin. There was something else he wanted to do, but his hands were tied up holding Toru in place with the showerhead in the other. Without saying a thing, Toru picked up on his desire to sink his head into her tits and took the showerhead from him. His way of thanking such a considerate girl like Hagakure was to then lower both of them with the shower head spraying warm water onto the floor while heating up the usually cold tiles.

For about twenty minutes, Midoriya took up several positions with Toru with techniques he went over with some of the girls during a lazy afternoon. Watching that womb fill up more and more with each load was still one of his favorite things about Toru that only she could offer him.

They took their bath after their activities and helped dry each other off. Toru asked that Midoriya join her bed that night, so he felt it appropriate since they just had sex in the showers. Their phones were plugged in and Toru became the little spoon to Midoriya. They wished each other goodnight before they drifted off to dreamland.

?

Something was off. A sensation of floating wasn't quite the right term for what he was feeling. Opening his eyes, all he could see all around him was an endless pitch black sky with what looked to be black flames covering the ground all around him. His hands were visible along with the upper half of his face. Missing his mouth and nose didn't seem to impede his ability to breath. He couldn't even move from where he stood.

From what he could tell from his environment there were two people in front of a line of seven individuals. The closest one to his right was someone who he could just recognize from hero history as a woman remembered for her unique way of fighting crime. Seven of them were all standing shoulder to shoulder with the last two being too far away to see. There was something here that fit something that he knew about his quirk. One for all has had eight predecessors who were no longer living. The number seemed to be off with the people looking on at the two people in front of them. Where the eighth one was just took a turn of his head to realize what this was.

A one sided argument was happening between what looked to be brothers of some kind. Neither of their faces were completely visible with one having his eyes scratched out by a black blur. The other had long hair that draped over his eyes. Hearing them for a little while made Izuku realize that this was the first inheritor of One for All; though he was not as much of an inheritor as he was an originator.

Being the younger brother, he begged the older sibling to cease the madness he was committing without a single worry for the consequences. All for One was already a twisted person, even before the birth of these powers. As far as he was concerned, he was god.

More memories were starting to erupt from the flames. A city in chaos sprouted up from out of nowhere and already possessed a level of chaos close to absolute pandemonium. All for One was someone who looked at the entire population as a commodity. A market that had him as the largest buyer and seller. Any act of benevolence was always met with an uncountable amount of grievous deeds. Nothing was too low of a bar as far as the morality of things could drop.

Public bombings, torture. Supplying an unstable population with dangerous powers. The younger brother was just the same to the villain. His love for his brother was the only genuine love he had, and even that wasn't safe from the corrupted viewpoint of All for One. He forced his brother into a prison with no light so that he would accept his way of thinking.

When that wasn't working, he did something that even he knew would drive his younger sibling to the brink of insanity. These powers had conditions to them that often are better suited for those born with the powers they were given. To put two or more of these abilities was like trying to overcharge a battery; it would only manage to kill the thing as a whole if you forced it. That was of no concern to the older brother as he kept feeding power after power into his brother. Little did he know that his little brother had an ability as well. It was only unknown due to it being specifically tied to other quirks.

That was the start of this whole war. A battle that is fought between two brothers with one of them carrying on through others since his passing. Izuku saw what had happened for himself. To see things being so out of control and coming under the order of that man was unthinkable.

"There you have it. That is what happened, ninth inheritor."

In the darkness was the younger brother of All for One. His form was peeking out from the shadows and began to approach the young Midoriya.

"Let me show you more. There is much that you need to learn if you are to be the one to stop him."

Izuku's hand instinctively reached out to touch the first's hand that was reaching out for him. Just then, something touched the back of Midoriya's hand. Turning the back of his hand to himself, it was like black ink that struck the back of his hand. Upon closer inspection, the liquid was more like pitch black water as it just rolled off his skin without leaving a stain. Then another came down. Then another.

All around them; it was as if the weather was shifting with rain now replacing the flames. Izuku didn't know what was going on. Looking to the first and other inheritor's for answers, what he saw was not something that felt like a minor change in weather.

They were all backing up from something behind them all. Their faces were hardened with determination to take on whatever was out in the dark that caused this place to react like it did. Midoriya turned to the first and saw fear in his eyes. Whatever was causing this was not something to take lightly.

"Ninth, listen to me!"

Standing to attention, Izuku gave the first his undivided attention.

"This place; it is a place where echoes can exist indefinitely. We are here as being imprinted into One for All through the quirk each inheritor has given to it. That thing…"

Turning back around, the flames have somehow dissipated slightly with the water level now up to the ankles. Flames were still dancing around, but only the stronger cluster of flames were present.

There was something that Izuku heard in the darkness. It was getting closer as its footsteps splashed the water under its feet. The rain was getting heavier as it was approaching. A downpour was now making visibility almost impossible as now Izuku could only see the silhouette of a man.

"... That thing; it is no echo."

Midoriya turned back around to see he was now alone. He tried to reach out into the darkness to see if he could find them. What stopped his arm from reaching out too far was an arm that was pitch black. Whether it was its clothes or skin made no difference to Izuku. He needed to get this thing off of him.

"Don't."

That deep voice felt far too familiar for comfort.

"You'll hurt her."

It was then that Izuku woke up with something pressing down on his arm. Taking a moment, he realized he was in Toru's bed alongside the girl. Her soft breathing made him feel better and eased him enough to try to go back to sleep. Pulling Toru closer gave Izuku allowed her warm body to help lull him back to sleep.

Though he didn't know why; he felt as though he dodged a bullet just now.

The Next Day

First period was still a good amount of time away, so Izuku wanted to share what he learned in his dream last night. There was only one person who was on the same page as him in the entire school.

"You saw the first's memories?!"

Everything he learned about the first was shared with All Might. The vestiges of the quirk he now held were all there. Each predecessor that gave their powers to the quirk when they passed it on was there. Even how the predecessors were a type of echo attached to their powers.

All Might was quite perplexed at the news. His teacher did mention that there were remnants of the predecessors inside of One for All that had something close to a real version of them imprinted deep inside of its recesses. She even went as far as to say that the dead can still speak through these sorts of imprints to communicate with the future inheritors.

"... All Might? There's also something else in One for All that… That seemed to scare the vestiges… I dunno what, but it was…"

Midoriya explained the rain that began to extinguish the flames there. An inky black water that flooded the space. The fear in all the inheritors as they began to back away from the figure in the heavy downpour. What the first said about the figure before disappearing with the others was something that was well beyond the understanding of All Might. When asked if it was All for One, Izuku shook his head. He saw a memory of All for One and that was nowhere as sentient as what was causing the strange phenomenon. In comparison, whatever that thing was; it was alive.

Things were happening at a strange pace as of recently. The constant appearance of this Bloodsoaked whenever there was a major incident involved with Izuku put both of them on edge. If this character was a vigilante, he was a damn efficient one. Seeing all that death at the yakuza facility was something Midoriya wouldn't be able to forget for years to come. On top of that, the mystery stranger that saved Endeavor alongside Hawk was another mystery to Izuku as well. It would seem there were more than just one vigilante out to help in their own way.

Nothing but questions without answers were all they had. There was no point in dwelling on things that they could speculate on, so All Might dismissed Izuku and walked with him to the up and coming joint exercise both class 1-A and 1-B were to take part in.

Later

Meeting on the industrial training grounds were the two classes due to face off against one another. The new winter uniforms were issued and all the students were sporting their new duds for the first time. Everyone paid compliments to one another while the teachers got down to business to explain the exercise.

A straightforward team battle with the objective being the neutralization and capture of the opposing team. In the center of the arena was a cage that was designated as the capture zone to deposit their opponents after capture.

For how simple of an exercise it was, there was something to ramp up the excitement a bit with the addition of an unexpected guest team member. Aizawa revealed the student from the general courses that Izuku was all too familiar with. Shinso, the mind controller, had made a return while equipped with some sort of mask and scarfs that were the ones Aizawa used in combat.

Though he wasn't unwelcome, there was a bit of confusion as to how he would be integrated into the exercise when the classes already possessed even numbers. An easy enough solution was to have Shinso participate twice with a swap to each side.

A numbers advantage seemed to be a point of contention, but was justified with the reasoning that the team balance would have to consider the guest's presence in their team dynamic. A flimsy excuse, but it was still an even enough opportunity all things considered. Next up on the agenda was the team selection and grouping.

There was a digital lottery that determined the teams and match ups for the joint exercise; much like the practical exercise from the beginning of the year. It was a roster that looked to be spaced out enough for the selection to be randomized enough for balancing issues.

The first match up ended with the victory in class 1-A's favor. The only people left standing were Shindo, Kaminari, and Tsuyu, surprisingly enough. Koji was the first to be taken out due to his lack of actual physical combat experience, while Kirishima was dispatched due to all the long ranged powers that led to him getting knotted up. One point for class 1-A.

Up next was a plain match up without Shinsou being put into the round. It was a bit of an indecisive victory due to the fact it ended in a tie. Neither side could pin down one student over the other to win with the amount of uncaptured targets.

Tokoyami was glad that he underwent additional training with his quirk over the past few weeks. It was nothing but constant hellish exercises to get his shadow to do all sorts of multitasking to allow him to move as he had his abyss cloak on. Having mobility with that sort of defensive measure while still being offensively competent made him a nightmare to deal with. One student, who had the ability to travel through black colored things as long as they were physically connected, also possessed the ability to control things colored black to move at his will. The amount of control he needed for the abyss cloak was so nauseatingly overwhelming that he had to dive out of it before he passed out.

With that stalemate, it ended in a draw.

Third round was even more of a surprise as it ended in class 1-B's victory. Shoto was overwhelmed by the fact that class 1-B's Tetsutetsu had outlasted the heat he worked to push to its limit and landed a decent amount of blows to knock out the teen with his superior strength. Abandoning the wild brawling style he previously had, Tetsutetsu consulted the one person who defeated him without breaking a sweat.

Whenever he could, he got his dorm mother to teach him the basics of what boxing styles worked for the scenarios they were dominant in. Also known as the rock, paper, scissors of boxing; Nakamura taught the teen all three styles and drilled into the boy how to utilize and apply these techniques at the drop of a hat.

Another student who learned heavily from the caretaker of UA's students was Pony. A student from Texas, Haru had welcomed the girl with perfect English with a southern drawl that would make even Sam Elliot think he was a rancher from birth.

His presence was a slice of home that she dearly missed for how open and kind it was back in her home state. Things in Japan were almost the exact opposite in comparison to her home state, so having a southern English speaker was all the more welcome in her eyes. It was even kinder for Haru to even accommodate her dietary needs with things she wouldn't have dreamed of having over in Japan.

Things like southern style steaks, cornbread and BBQ, genuine american cheeseburgers, apple pie, brownies, etc. There was no difference between what she remembered from home to what she received from Nakamura. Man was truly a multicultural savant in her eyes.

One thing that he did help her with that was less about making her feel at home was her combat prowess. She noticed that she was stagnating a bit since the next threshold for the amount of horns she could control was still a bit of a stretch still. Asking her dear ol dorm mother got her to exercise in something she never thought she would have done. He got her to play street hockey.

Both he and her played once in a while with the purpose of getting the girl to be more comfortable with maneuvering herself on something that was similar to the way she moved with her horns already. By also becoming familiar with how Haru tried to intercept and shoulder check her, the physical contact made it more akin to being in an actual fight. This forced her to be more mobile in a different manner that was agile enough to outmaneuver Mezo and his many arms.

This match ended with Pony being the last one standing. It was a decent effort, but things just didn't end up working out for the students of 1-A. Many were now biting their nails at the third match, since that victory would guarantee nothing less than a draw if it was won. It was possibly even more important than the final match itself.

Stepping up to the plate, Tokage Senna was a sight to behold for the men in the class. Her suit hugged her curves with a scaly theme to the ensemble. The only one fortunate enough to have their interest reciprocated was Midoriya. Her eyes met his, though he didn't react the way she had expected at all. From what she could tell of the boy from the earlier parts of the year, he was a little nervous with people around him while having a killer girlfriend hanging off of his arm at all times.

His stare was almost a bit overwhelming to her now that she was looking at him now. None of that awkward teenage shyness she was used to was seen in Izuku. If anything, she felt like he was the one who was making her nervous with the unreadable expression coming from Midoriya that she wasn't fully hating. Seeing him be the one to break their eye contact early actually made the attractive girl feel a bit disappointed at the loss of attention from Izuku.

Being someone who was a bit underhanded when it came to challenges, she was certainly someone who hated to be on the losing side. Him being the one leaving her wanting was certainly leaving her feeling like she was the losing party. The only reason she was staring in the first place was because Itsuka was sleeping with his girlfriend and him. Not in the sense of what one would associate with a bed, but helping her closest friend in class with the restlessness Kendo had been suffering from.

Now this prick was giving her a reason to be overly invested. If only he hadn't been so hard to read, he would have avoided her attention and the things that would entail with it. Though, for a man like Midoriya, it was likely Tokage who was in for a very pleasant surprise. If she lost against him, she had only herself to blame.

Later

It ended with class 1-A being the winners. Bakugou didn't waste any time in baiting the other class into thinking that Jiro was using her sonar ability to draw in any potential eager opponents who saw the sedentary team looking for them. He immediately used a wave charge to send out a pulse of explosive energy that disoriented all of Tokage's pieces that were floating all around the area. She hadn't expected his explosive power to be as powerful as it was when she went to scout the field for the rival team.

From there, it was all about dividing and conquering. Each of 1-B's students were all hunted down one by one with all of the squad pressing down on each individual member. The overreliance on Tokage's surveillance had severely crippled the movement of the entire team in the end.

After the students were all given examinations and treatments for their injuries by the medics, the next round was already underway. Izuku and his team were the ones at the disadvantage, though that didn't dampen their spirits in chasing down and obtaining the win of the joint exercise.

Tartarus Prison Island

All for one was being carted to one of the visitation rooms for those who wanted to speak with the prisoners of Tartarus. His spirits were a little better after feeling such a nostalgic buzz in the air that reminded him of the one family member he loved so many years ago. He could tell his little brother's quirk was starting to act up with something coming. What that something was, he couldn't tell.

"Something putting you in a good mood?"

The prison guard carting him to the room was just given an obscure answer about how he could feel his brother. Nothing else was said as All for One used his infrared detection quirk to see the visitation room he knew was his. That room was skipped in favor of a room further down the hall.

Being in a different room made no difference to the man. Whoever wanted to see him would get his attention. It was just another day in a place that would inevitably fail to contain him anyways. He would outlive this place regardless of how long they want to keep him here.

Now in the visitation room, the only thing he could see was his side of the room. Any and all infrared radiation was not able to pierce the window he was facing. Only the sound of the person's voice would tell him who it was that was here to see him in captivity. Nothing could ruin the mood he was in for the nostalgic atmosphere he was indulging himself with.

Seeing the entire space become one large chamber with the window and countertop recede into the floor was not something he had expected. Infrared radiation was allowed to pour between the connected spaces, and what he saw was the only thing that could have ruined his mood. Out of all the guesses he could have made, this maniac's presence was the last one.

"... You… What the fuck are you doing here?!"

It was the thing he came to hate more than anything. While he was rotting inside of a high tech prison cell; this embodiment of insanity was visiting him like he owned the place.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE, BLOODSOAKED?!"