❝𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚎𝚜❞
Cracked streets. Ruined skies. The foundations of society lay crumbled beneath the villain's feet, not a soul in sight. What happened here? He'd only awoken minutes earlier, and it didn't take long for him to deduce this wasn't Hosu, where he'd been lurking previously. His thoughts drifted to the memory of Tomura Shigaraki, a self-appointed voice for villains everywhere. Perhaps this was his doing? The air tasted of dust and rain; nobody had lived in this city for quite some time, which would make it an ideal hideaway for such people. While he and Shigaraki had opposing views, they shared a common goal. If he was indeed behind the sudden change of scenery, Akaguro would... reason with him, see why exactly the childish villain decided it necessary to pluck him from Hosu for a second time. "I have a job to do," the hero killer spoke with a hiss, resting a hand preparatively on one of his many blades before setting out into the barren streets.
Street lamps flickered helplessly in the dense fog, providing pitiful illumination. Spiked boots tramped through stagnant puddles as Akaguro swept the streets, thinking about exactly what he planned to ask Shigaraki if he were to blame. It wasn't the wisest decision to wander so freely out in the open, but with this unexpected change of pace, Stain had little choice. The sooner he found the one responsible, Shigaraki or otherwise, the sooner he could return to Hosu. He doubted Japan would forget his encounter with Ingenium so quickly, but there were other false heroes whose blood needed to stain his hands, and whose careers needed to end.
Footsteps.
Stain dipped out of sight and drew one of his katanas, holding the blade tight to his person. He paused to determine whether or not the other had spotted him, and once the latter became apparent, he peered out from the dark alley. The woman strutted the streets as though she owned them, carrying a smug air about her. Between hero or villain, there could be no mistake which side she followed. More than likely, she was not the one he sought, but she may be the one to lead him there. "You walk with a sense of purpose," Stain chose to speak, stepping out to reveal his presence soon after. His weapon remained drawn but on standby. "Tell me, what purpose is it that brought you to this place?"