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Dear Diary - it'll take time to heal

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DEAR DIARY

The sensation of compression suddenly gave way to an unfamiliar room, and I was unceremoniously dropped from the confines of the marble. I stumbled, disoriented, as the room's bright light flooded my senses, causing me to wince and shield my eyes. Despite what felt like hours trapped in that suffocating ball, the adrenaline still coursed through me, leaving me tense and on edge.

My immediate reaction was to lash out. I felt a rough hand tightening around my neck, and instinctively, I flared out my wings, knocking the hand away with a swift, desperate move. The person who had grabbed me recoiled, and I heard a gruff voice protest, "Hey, why'd ya do that?" Another voice, sharper and more annoyed, added, "You think you're so good, don't you?"

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took in the grim scene around me. The room was filled with villains, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of curiosity and menace. The sight of them, their faces shadowed with malevolence, was almost more overwhelming than the crushing pressure I had just escaped. Their presence was suffocating, and the sheer number of them was disheartening.

Then I heard it—a deep, husky voice that cut through the tension like a knife. "You won't be going anywhere. You know that, right?" The voice belonged to a man with severe burns etched across his skin, his appearance both haunting and commanding. The sight of him sent a chill racing down my spine. His confidence and the dangerous glint in his eyes made it clear that he was not to be messed with

As my eyes scanned the room, I caught sight of Bakugou, bound to a chair. My frustration bubbled to the surface as I shot him a look. "What is your issue?" I scoffed, my agitation palpable. I couldn't stay still; the tension in the air was almost unbearable.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the chaos, making me freeze in my tracks. "Welcome home, Angel." The sinister tone made my blood run cold. I turned to face the source, only to find Tomura Shigaraki emerging from the shadows. His grin was barely visible beneath his dishevelled hair, but it was unmistakably malevolent. "Tomura Shigaraki," I muttered under my breath, trying to steady my breathing as he approached me.

His presence alone was enough to make my skin crawl. Shigaraki's smile widened as he reached out, his fingers curling around my arm with an unsettling familiarity. "I've been waiting for this moment," he chuckled, his voice laced with an unsettling mix of anticipation and delight. A shiver ran down my spine as his cold gaze locked onto mine.

Before I could react, a sudden wave of restraints clamped down on my arms. The tight bindings pulled at my limbs, and a profound weariness washed over me, draining my strength. My wings, which had been spread out in preparation for any chance of escape, began to retract, shrinking in size as the fatigue overwhelmed me. "What the hell..." I gasped, trying to fight against the encroaching exhaustion.