Those were the names of the members of the 'League of Villains' weren't they? A vivid face that belonged to each name she remembered, and she could describe all of them. Why did she remember this? Why did she know this? She couldn't be part of a... group of criminals... could she? Otherwise she wouldn't know them right? Why would she be with villains? She couldn't be... she was a villain, no, no, this was all wrong! She must have fought them...

She couldn't have done such horrible things? She wasn't a villain, right? Why would she be? She had no reason to be? She wasn't insane, she wasn't crazy? Or was she, for remembering things that clearly others remembered. How could she not even remember her own suicide? Her own death? How was she suddenly revived? What had happened after she was brought back to life? Why was she here as of right now? How couldn't she remember things like that, things that she should have remembered? Why couldn't she... Why couldn't she just remember things like this? Why did she have to make Shota of all people cry? Why couldn't she just help the ones that met the most to her? Why was she so god damn useless in everything? She just needed to remember... yet, she couldn't do something as simple as remembering...

"She failed to kill the last one! The trade, he lied! The bastard lied... she was supposed to be perfect, our pawn. He said that she was emotionless! Yet she failed her first mission... what went wrong... she's useless... What use does she make if she can't do a simple objective?!" a blue haired male complained in disgruntlement as his crusty hands swept a glass across the wooden counter. The glass tilted on the edge, before toppling over and falling off, however a misty, purple matter formed underneath it, as the cup fell inside the matter, before reappearing on its side.

The foggy mist with illuminating yellow crescent-shaped eyes picked up the glass gently with a soggy cloth, before rubbing over it, cleaning the translucent surface and inspecting for any damage on it, placing it down onto the wooden slab. "Tomura, it would be wise to calm down."

"Tch, she has no use. We should dispose of her," Shigaraki grumbled as he tilted his head slightly to glance at her, his demonic bloodshot-red eyes gazing intently into her. Her form stood silently and unmoving despite the hateful words spewed from the lips of her current master. "She's a useless buff in the game. No worth as an ally."

In a sudden flash of movement, where a blur of black and blue rushed towards her, she felt a sudden contact on her neck as cold, diabolic fingers wrapped around her throat as she stared into the pits of a crazed and villainous male, wide and outraged, threatening her with that compulsive dread that spreaded through her veins. Yet, she was numb to the feeling, as she lost the sense of fear and terror long ago, in fact, she wasn't ever sure she had experienced it, or at least, when was the last time she had. The taller criminal loomed over her, as his thumb circled around her skin, instilling his dominance and control over her as a master and her, as a nothing more but a slave and a pawn in his plans. "I should kill her right now," he grinned maliciously from under the hand placed on his face.

"Shigaraki. It'd be wise not to kill her. She may have failed, and she may not be perfect, but she can be perfected. She has the potential to show of use. Sensei would have wanted you to utilize her," Kurogiri said as he placed a hand on Shigaraki's shoulder.

"Tch." Shigaraki grunted before pulling away from her, his cold and threatening touch leaving her. "Kurogiri. Do me a favor. Teach her in any way not to make the same mistake again."

Paralysed in a frightful state, Y/N couldn't help but be thrown back into a newly discovered memory she had came across, her eyes filling with tears as she brought her hands to her mouth, covering her breathing way, gasping and heaving for breath through the tiny, empty spaces between her fingers. The tightening around her throat and the way her air supply was declining at an increasingly quick pace. Dark spots appeared in her vision, fighting and struggling hard for a breath of air. At first, she was seeing it, now, she was feeling it.

Choking her... couldn't... breathe... get off... don't hurt...

Shakily, her hands shot up to her throat, digging her nails into her skin, trying all she could in order to pry off the cracked and calloused hand suffocating her, at any moment it felt like she would utterly turn into dust and meet her fate, or lose the chance to gain oxygen, to which she would die of suffocation, neither of the destinies that she wanted, writhing with her might to pull that looming figure away from her. Words threatened to spew out of her mouth, but they were silent cries of help as her strength was futile to the gray haired male above her.

What mission did she fail?

"G-g...e...t o-off...," she had finally spoken gravely, gagging at the cut off oxygen to her lungs as drool slowly pooled over her lips. All she felt was the suffocating feeling of her impending death and her heart pounding against her chest, wanting to give up from just how painful it was to rebel back against the grip. She couldn't turn away from the bloodthirsty eyes of Shigaraki, too far into her own hallucination to hear the voices reaching out for her.

Please... w-won't... f-f..il... a-ag...in...

"P-pl...se..." She gasped as she writhed in her seat, clawing at her neck. She heard a door click and open as she tried to turn her head but all she could see was the villain towering over her, squeezing out all the air out of her lungs. Was this a hero that had just entered? Or was it a villain? She couldn't tell- because she couldn't see.

"H...lp... m-m-m...m...e," she begged once more, attempting to reach towards the far exit she saw behind the male over her, her arm outstretched towards her. Then she felt a stinging pain in the side of her arm as Shigaraki faded away and her vision filled slowly with a pit of pitch black darkness, suddenly her bones weighed like a thousand pounds as her eyes stayed open exhaustingly, until her body drooped and she tumbled forward, her slouched back over a table as fell into a slumber.

It seemed to take forever but she had managed to return back to a conscious state, however, she was still heaving for breath and her fingers itched to scratch her skin, twitching, as she felt warmth surround her, and a voice calling out to her. "Y/N, you're safe right now. You're not endangered," making her gasp but calm down at understanding those words. However there was a doubt that she was safe, clenching her eyes closed, refusing to face the blue haired monster that was so close to killing her.

He wasn't gone, he was still there, just waiting for her to peer into his demented, murderous blood red...

"Y/N, I promise. You're safe. You can open your eyes," a gentle, affable voice sounded through her ears.

That voice... that warmth... she knew that before... she loved it before...

She cracked her eyes open, her head tilting down to meet dark, solemn pits, immediately remembering where she was and why as she looked around, spotting the detective and the doctor, a tender hold on her left shoulder. She was unfazed by the relative closeness and more so detected the calming sensation she felt from his soothing voice.

Y/N also didn't notice the arm loosely placed behind her back, warmth radiating from the hold she was placed in, before the limb pulled away slowly, looking more closely at the doctor, who was stepping away a bit from the close contact to have given her space. "Sorry, I needed to calm you down. Can you breathe for me? Deep breaths, alright?" he questioned with a warm yet firm tone in his voice.

She bobbed her head, inhaling a breath of oxygen through her nostrils feeling her lungs expand as she released air from her mouth, continuing to do that until her heartbeat was no longer erratic and pumping loudly.

"D-did I fall asleep...?" she asked nervously, wondering how inconvenient this must have been for the interrogators and Shota, not to mention, Dr. Carrol who had to calm her down from her mental breakdown.

The doctor shook his head. "No, after a panic attack, you completely shut down for a few moments before now just waking up. I needed to use a sedative to calm you down. " The blonde stood up from his crouched position next to her, giving her a worried gaze as concern was written across his face. He turned to Shota and Tsukauchi. "From observation, she panics whenever memories are triggered and she discovers more memories. Whatever must have happened to her during her time must have been painful and traumatic. Please try not to push her into territory that is too beyond her comfort zone."

Tsukauchi bobbed his head up and down, his gaze flicking over to Y/N, whose vision were on her hands, in which she anxiously fidgeted with her fingers, even though she knew it was a bad habit of her yet she couldn't help it as pinched some of her skin, before realizing that a pair of eyes were on her, meeting Tsukauchi's peer, she bit her lip.

"I apologize for pushing you like that. Tell me when you're ready to continue, and if you think you're unable or don't want to answer a question," he calmly said.

Y/N's lips quivered into a small smile. "O-okay... thank you..." Observing Shota from the corner of her eyes, she noticed that Shota seemed mildly shocked, his brow furrowed slightly as his attention was directed away from her, noticing his enlaced fingers over one another were tightening each minute, she could tell that he was lost in his thoughts.

A moment of somber silence formed around her before Dr. Carrol had to excuse himself, exiting the room. Taking a deep breath as Detective Tsukauchi looked up from his written script, most likely notes of the current investigation. "I think I'm ready..." a quiet whisper left her lips.

"Alright..." the Lie Detecting Quirk user looked back at the paper one more time, whirling his head around to encounter the ravenette's melancholy eyes, a question appearing in the expression of his face, before the slightly taller male gave him a slight nod.

"Can you continue where we last left off? About the League of Villains?" The very mention of the notorious villainous group made her shudder as she recalled the memories. The blood on her hands... the people she had hurt... granted she only went on a few missions, but that didn't excuse the few people she injured or had robbed them of their lives...

How could she have killed anyone? How could she ever hurt more people than she could imagine? Why did she have to be like this? She didn't even want this... she didn't even want to be alive... yet she knew that this wasn't something she could just forget. The scars were there, as she figured out where those scars came from- her punishments and learnings. Shigaraki, who was her Master after having been sold off by 'Father,' she felt so wrong, wrong in a way she hated the way that she owned these scarred skin, that she owned her own hands.

Yet what terrified her the most was how she absolutely felt nothing. She felt nothing while she committed those horrendous and terrible crimes, her mood unwavering as she felt empty and unresponsive. Killing those two men brutally... who was she?

She wasn't the person she envisioned, she wasn't proud of what she'd become. She was forced into this, and now she was shackled from the haunting things she had done, and now that she could remember, she realized how little of a bright future she had. She would be stuck in a rotting cell to repay for what'd she done, and it felt worse for the fact it was somewhat willingly. She wished she had remembered, she wished she could have remembered everything back then before she became a villain.

Now she wished she could forget. Now she wished... she really had died and killed herself on that day... so she didn't have to relive through an even more hellish nightmare as she was used nothing more as an expandable pawn. She didn't have to bear unexplainable and tortuous agony and suffering for fifteen long years. Even though she was very much alive those past years, she knew that something within her died tragically within her.

"I-I... I u-used to work for them... I w-wouldn't h-have wanted t-to... I-I... n-not willingly anyways... b-but I d-didn't know what I w-was doing... I c-couldn't remember, I c-couldn't feel anything then... I d-didn't know what to t-think, I c-couldn't think t-that I w-was doing wrong... t-that I hurted and..." she lowered her head down in shame as she didn't want to say the next part. Tsukaunchi gave her a wary look.

She looked to Shota to regain a bit of confidence in her words, as all the male could do was stay silent, like a figure in a background, just observing her quietly. She could tell Shota's mood had not changed from then, but just looking at him motivated her to at least help them with the investigation, so at least Shota could have some answers. Putting herself in his vision, she could tell he was just as desperate for answers to his dying questions and curiosity as he was as sorrowful, to finally see a former close friend (at least she hoped that was at least what she meant to him) who he believed had been dead for so many years.

"Do you remember what you did for them...?"

"I... I w-was told to h-hurt people... I-I did a-alot o-of bad things..." She stuttered nervously, trying not to be nervous but ultimately failing to hide the unease within her. She gulped once more, wondering how they would react to her soon-confession.

"Can you go into depth?"

"I h-had o-only a f-few missions... before the USJ... I-I was to accompany o-one of the members of t-the L-league... t-to recruit s-some people for t-the upcoming a-attack... i-if they d-didn't join... t-then..." she gasped as she stopped herself, before hesitantly meeting Shota's eyes, and all she could do was continue to stare into his pits, to watch his expression turn into pure hatred, disgust, disappointment, anything that pointed that he absolutely hated her, that he was right from the start that he had ever said those words.

She had to admit that she was nothing more than what Shota told her she'll be. That he wasn't wrong. That she was everything she didn't want to be and everything that Shota hated.

"I-I h-had to kill them... I-I... killed t-two of t-them...I-I..." she placed a hand over her eyes as she could feel herself breaking down once more, but she tried to hold it in, taking in deep breaths, and weeping as silently as possible. "I-I a-almost..." she gasped out loud, taking another moment to breathe, "k-killed a-another one... b-but I stopped... s-somehow... I-I don't know... h-how..."

She was a murderer. She was a cold-blooded murderer, who felt nothing about her consequences and had lost her morals. She was a monster, that was all she was. She hurt and killed people for no reason. Even if they were villains, they could have changed for the better... she could have saved them... if only... she was on the opposite side. But she wasn't. She was just as bad as the next villain and it was incredibly hard to accept it with each passing second.

"A-and... I-I c-couldn't feel a-anything... l-like I lost all sense of r-reality... I d-didn't think that it w-was wrong a-at all... a-and that s-scares me s-so much... i-it felt l-like i-it w-wasn't m-me now t-that I r-remember what I-I did..." she began to rant as she sobbed into her palms. "I-if I-I w-was myself... I k-know I w-wouldn't have ever a-agreed to t-this..." Tears ran down her cheeks as she wiped them away, but more kept coming.

"I-I'm s-sorry..." she sniffed, continuing to rid of her tears. "I-I c-can answer t-the next q-question please..." She clenched tightly onto her shirt, avoiding eye contact from the two of them, knowing they would judge her.

"What about your time at the USJ? What was your purpose there?"

"I... I was t-told to deal with the other heroes... while t-the c-creature... N-Nomu, was t-to deal d-deal with All M-Might... and w-with Kurogiri, they c-could possibly k-kill All M-Might... I-I w-was t-there to m-make sure t-the m-main o-objective wouldn't b-be i-interferred..." Y/N recalled the moments where she had used her quirk on a ferocious blonde student coming to attack her, and then defeating Shota. His blood spilled everywhere on the USJ's floor, and she couldn't get the image out of her head, seeing his battered and bloodied body at her feet.

She became everything she didn't want to be. How could she even apologize? Years of wanting to become a hero and it all went down into this? What had she done to deserve this?

She continued to stare at her arm in disgrace and mortification, being reminded of the handcuffs around them, as they jingled silently as she shifted her position, the clank of the metal making her cringe- telling her that where she was right now was where she belonged.

"What about the intrusion at UA?"

That was the mission Shigaraki sent me to retrieve information about the students...

"I-I h-had to w-watch over the s-students... o-over t-their e-entrance exam... t-to collect i-information..." she gulped, fidgeting with her fingers once again.

"Did that lead to the kidnapping of Bakugo? What were you told to do during the training camp? How did you find the location of it?"

"I-I... I don't know how they found out the l-location..." Y/N admitted. "I-I j-just knew t-that they found i-it out somehow... and during the training camp... I w-was tasked w-with one job..."

Shota's blood...

All over her...

Staining her clothes...

"What was it?"

"T-to... to kill..." She mumbled the last part. "To kill... Eraserhead... t-they t-thought I c-couldn't k-kill y-you... i-it was a t-test to see m-my worth to t-the League... a-as they were h-having doubts for me..."

Tsukaunchi paused there before looking at Eraserhead. "That's all the questions we had. Thank you again. We'll be having a break," the detective said as he stood up, heading for the door.

She watched Shota turn his back in silence, reaching her hand out for him. "Shota..."

He hated her, didn't he?

A/N: Sorry for the delay! Finals are coming and I should really be studying. I'm still trying to write, but it's been hard, especially since school is getting harder and busier.