Forgotten Invitation (UA Civil War game)

The Hunt for the Final Prey

The city was eerily quiet now. 

Too quiet.

No more scurrying footsteps. 

No hurried whispers. 

No futile attempts at strategy. 

The last screams and shouts had faded into silence, replaced by the rhythmic hum of drones hovering overhead.

Shigaraki was the only one left.

I leaned against a shattered wall, staring at the ground with a slight smirk. "Shigaraki Tomura," I muttered to myself, letting the name linger on my tongue. "Of course, it's him. How poetic."

The sound of the drones buzzed closer, circling me like vultures waiting for their moment. I glanced up at one, its lens pointed directly at me, unwavering.

"You're watching, aren't you, Nezu?" I said, my voice sharp yet calm. "Watching, analyzing, judging. Don't act like you aren't impressed. I mean, you invited me here for a reason. Or was it so you can study me and my complain?"

I took a step toward the nearest drone, my hand resting lazily on my hip. "Go on, show them. Show everyone the carnage I left behind. You're recording all of this, right? Make sure you highlight the part where I didn't kill anyone."

I raised my hands in mock surrender, a devilish grin spreading across my face. "See? No blood on my hands. At least not fatally. That's what you wanted, isn't it? A monster who plays by your rules? You should be thanking me for sticking to the promise."

I started walking, the sound of my boots echoing against the cracked pavement. "Because let's be real, Nezu, you're terrified of me. All of you are. Not because I'm strong or fast, though those help. No, it's because you know I could break every single rule, every single person here, if I wanted to."

The drones followed closely as I gestured around the desolate city. "But I didn't. I'm still here, following your little game, adhering to your guidelines. No deaths. No permanent damage." I paused, glancing at the nearest drone. "You're welcome."

I tilted my head, my grin fading into a more serious expression. "But let's not pretend I don't know what you're thinking. You're questioning why I'm doing this. Why I didn't just walk away or turn this whole event into a massacre. You think it's because I respect your authority?"

A laugh escaped my lips, cold and humorless. "No, it's because I like proving you all wrong. I like showing you that I can beat you at your own game. That I can follow your rules and still come out on top."

The thought of Shigaraki lingered in the back of my mind, gnawing at my curiosity. He wasn't like the others. No, Shigaraki was different—dangerous, volatile, unpredictable.

"Where would you be hiding, Shigaraki?" I muttered under my breath, scanning the empty streets. "You're not the type to run. No, you'd wait, wouldn't you? Wait for the perfect moment to strike. How very... predictable."

I stopped in my tracks, the faint sound of wind rustling through broken windows the only noise. The tension was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest.

"Let's make it interesting," I said, looking directly at the nearest drone. "Tell him I'm coming. Let him know he's the last one standing. Let him feel the pressure."

I spread my arms wide, my voice rising with confidence. "Because I'll tell you this, Nezu: I may be quirkless, but I'm not helpless. And Shigaraki? He's going to learn that the hard way."

I started walking again, my pace steady and deliberate. The city stretched out before me like a labyrinth, its shadows deep and foreboding. I didn't know where Shigaraki was hiding, but that didn't matter.

"Eventually, he'll come to me," I said, more to myself than the drones. "They always do. It's the nature of prey when the predator gets too close. Fight or flight."

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "But here's the thing about Shigaraki. He's not just prey. He thinks he's a predator too. And that's what makes this so much fun."

I stopped again, this time leaning against a broken lamppost. "So, what's it going to be, Nezu? Are you going to let this play out, or are you going to step in like the overprotective parent you are? Because let's be honest, we both know I'm not going to stop until this is over."

The hum of the drones grew louder, as if in response. I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'll give you credit where it's due, Nezu. You've got guts, letting this go on for as long as it has. But don't mistake that for control. I'm the one running this show now."

The city seemed to hold its breath, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. I could feel it, the weight of every decision, every move.

"Shigaraki," I murmured, the name rolling off my tongue like a challenge. "I hope you're ready. Because I've saved the best for last."

With that, I pushed off the lamppost and began walking again, my steps echoing through the empty streets. The hunt was far from over, and I was just getting started.