Drip.... Drip...drip...a puddle of liquid from a spilled glass formed in the corner of the room, the room was in disarray. The couch was flipp over, the bathroom door nearby barley holding on to its hinges, the apartment room looked like a brawl had happened.

The sole occupant in the room was a woman in her late thirties, she was panting her body rigged with bloody scars as she stood above and stared down at a body, the body she killed.

This used to be her crewmate, her literal partner in crime just like the others she doesn't know what happened. All she knows was seeing this dark mixture  of black and red mist slowly began pouring threw the vents, at first it was ignored,  because there friend did have a fog type quirk. But then when the dark mist became a dark shadowy black cloud. Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, Suddenly the door to the living room was kicked open and a battle scarred man entered.

As she turned and looked into her eyes she gasped in shock and fright, his eyes
.... instead of normal ice blue eyes, in there place were a purple void. In the center was a black dot, it looked like the iris and pupil but it was..... so off, and wrong.

Outside the room were the sounds of fighting, and panicked screaming as everyone outside were engaged in a fight to the death. The doors to the lunch room were kicked open as a panicked gaurd fell to the ground, pleading as his fellow coworker stood above him, and aiming his gun at his head before firing,

BANG!

His pleas slowly subsided, as his killer was then tackled by another person the two of them engaged in a violent tug of war over the gun.  In the middle of the carnage stood a figure, the figure continued  walking down the hall the mist seemingly emanating from  them, as the chaos continued the figure continued walking opening a pair of doubled doors and continuing on there trek.