You sit across from the man, eyes glowing faintly under the dim light of the interrogation room. The silence hangs thick in the air, interrupted only by the occasional shuffle of paper or the faint hum of the overhead lights. All Might and Izuku are nearby, the tension between them palpable. It's not that they're afraid of you, at least not in the way one might expect—they seem to be afraid of something deeper, something they don't fully understand about you.

But you don't mind. You know how you look—intimidating, but also undeniably beautiful in a way that most people can't quite place. The kind of beauty that's as much in your presence as in the sharp, dangerous edge of your gaze. And when you tilt your head, like you're doing now, it's hard to ignore.

The man across from you doesn't flinch, but his posture is a little too tense for comfort. He has short black hair and friendly eyes, though you can tell he's carefully watching every move you make. You give him a moment to speak, the words coming out slowly, almost as if he's testing the waters.

"So, miss," he says, his voice calm but with a slight edge of curiosity, "what should we call you first?"

You smile, a flicker of something sharp behind your eyes. "Queen of Predacons, Y/N," you answer without hesitation.

The man raises an eyebrow, though his demeanor remains friendly, professional even. "The Predacons, huh?" he mutters, jotting something down on his notepad. "Never heard of that, but I'm sure your... faction is nice."

The word "faction" lingers in the air, and something in you stirs—a flash of irritation, of pride for your heritage. You narrow your eyes, fixing him with a look that could freeze fire.

"It's not a faction," you reply, your voice low and cold. "It's dragons—a beautiful dragon kingdom that no man has ever touched. I died because I fought for the right to have my throne."

The man nods slowly, though his expression shifts just slightly—uncertain, as if he's unsure whether you're telling the truth or if this is some kind of elaborate story. His eyes flicker to the papers in front of him, but his attention never fully leaves you.

"And how... exactly did you die, if you don't mind me asking?" His tone is still polite, though there's an undertone of disbelief, maybe a little bit of awe.

You lean forward just slightly, your eyes never leaving his. "I was betrayed," you say simply, your voice thick with the weight of the past. "By those I trusted. And they made the mistake of thinking a kingdom could be stolen." You pause, letting the words sink in. "But I fought until the end. I died on my terms."

There's a heavy silence now, and you can feel the tension in the room grow, the two men—All Might and Izuku—standing at the door, clearly listening in, but too afraid to interrupt.

The black-haired man shifts uncomfortably in his seat, perhaps sensing the power behind your words. "I see..." he says, his voice trailing off as he scribbles a few more notes, clearly trying to piece together the puzzle that is you. "So you... came back, then? From the dead?"

You nod, your expression darkening. "A second chance, yes. But it's not a gift. It's a challenge. And I will make sure that this time, I'm not betrayed."

The man seems to process this, then looks up at you, his friendly eyes now carrying a hint of genuine concern. "And how do you plan on making sure of that?" he asks, his voice softer, more sincere.

You sit back in your chair, letting the weight of your gaze fall on him. "I don't need plans. I need to see who's truly worthy of trust. And if I'm to rule in this world, I'll do it with my own strength. As I always have."

The silence stretches again, but this time, it's not as uncomfortable. The man seems to respect your resolve, even if he doesn't fully understand it. He nods thoughtfully and sets his pen down, giving you a small smile.

"Well, Queen of Predacons, Y/N... we'll see where this new chapter takes you, I suppose."

You stand up without warning, a quiet assurance in your movements. "I'll make sure you do."

As you leave the interrogation room, All Might and Izuku step back to let you pass. They still seem uneasy, but there's something in their eyes now—curiosity, maybe even a little respect. You wonder, briefly, if they have any idea of the true power you carry.

But then, the thought drifts away. You've already made your mark. And the world will soon know what it means to cross the Queen of Predacons.