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The narrow passageway twisted and turned, pulling Y/N deeper into the heart of the League of Villains' base. The walls closed in on them, making every movement a claustrophobic challenge. The air grew colder, damper, and the dim light from the corridors above faded into near-total darkness. Y/N's breathing was shallow, each breath a reminder of the tight space they were navigating, but they pushed forward, knowing that this was their best chance to stay hidden from Dabi and the others.
The passage eventually spat Y/N out into a small, forgotten chamber. It was clear that no one had been here in a long time—the walls were covered in grime, and the air was stale. It wasn't an ideal hiding spot, but it would have to do. For now, they were safe. They leaned back against the cool stone wall, trying to calm their racing heart, their ears straining for any sound of pursuit.
But there was nothing. The base above was silent, save for the occasional distant murmur or clang of metal. Y/N allowed themselves a moment of relief, but they knew they couldn't stay here forever. Dabi and the rest of the League would be searching for them, and it was only a matter of time before they started scouring every inch of the base. Y/N had to stay ahead of them, and more importantly, they had to continue gathering information.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N forced themselves to think clearly. They needed to figure out their next move. The chamber they were in was connected to the base's infrastructure—likely an old maintenance area or part of the original building that had been forgotten when the League took over. It wasn't on any of the maps they'd memorized, but that might work to their advantage. If the League didn't know about this place, it could be the perfect hiding spot. At least for now.
After a moment's rest, Y/N began exploring the chamber. The walls were lined with old pipes and rusted machinery, remnants of whatever purpose this room once served. But as they moved further into the darkness, they noticed something else—a small, almost imperceptible breeze coming from one corner of the room. Curious, they followed it, finding a narrow gap in the wall. It wasn't much, but it might lead to another part of the base, possibly somewhere they could continue their mission without being detected.
They squeezed through the gap, the space just wide enough for them to fit. On the other side, Y/N found themselves in another passageway, this one even more decrepit than the last. It was clear that no one had used this route in years. The walls were crumbling, and the floor was littered with debris, but it was also the perfect place to stay hidden.
As they moved further down the passage, Y/N's senses were on high alert. Every sound, every shift in the air, could mean the difference between survival and capture. The passage led them deeper into the base, and after what felt like hours of creeping through the dark, they began to hear voices again. The walls around them were thinner here, and the echoes of conversation drifted through the cracks.
