A man in a dark mask stands behind you.

You freeze. That's it. You KNOW you heard something that time. As you turn around, your blood runs cold. A tall, suited man stands about 25 feet away. He wears a dark, vaguely skull-like mask, covered in protruding tubes, which fully obscures his head and neck. His most prominent feature, however, is the aura of sheer malice which seems to radiate from him. You're not sure whether you want to fall to your knees and pledge your loyalty to him, or run for your life.

Yu notices that you've stopped moving. "Hey, what's up? Got cold feet-oh." She says, finally noticing the man. Her expression hardens. "...Normal people don't wear skull masks. I'll handle this." She begins to stride forward confidently.

"Hey creep! You're screwing with the wrong gal. I'm a pro hero, which means I'm licensed to kick your ass." She stops about 12 feet from him. "What's your problem anyway? You some superfan? I won't give you an autograph you know." She continues as the man slowly raises his hand. "Is that what it is? You're a superfan stalking me? Seriously, get a life. That's not just gross, it's downright patheti-" She is cut off as the world around you seems to explode.

You weakly open your eyes to a shocking sight. It looks as though someone set off a bomb in the middle of the street. You've been blasted several feet backwards, and Yu lies in a crumpled heap atop you.

As you both struggle to get up, the man laughs. "Sorry to cut you off like that. But I haven't got all night," he says, as though he hadn't just assaulted you. As he slowly advances, you tremble in fear.

Suddenly, a massive silhouette blocks your view. Yu has gigantified, tearing through her street clothes and leaving only her specially made bra and panties. "Do you seriously not know who I am!? You're about to be a in a world of hurt," she jeers. The man tilts his head quizzically.

"Know who you are? Of course I know who you are. That's why I'm here. Your quirks, that is." He raises his hand once more as Yu charges. "It's a bad habit of mine. Once a quirk has piqued my interest, I can't help but take it. And that whole show downtown certainly piqued my interest."