Guest sat in the chair, wrists and ankles bound tightly with ropes, tension thick in the air. Across from them stood the League of Villains: Dabi, Tomura, Toga, Twice, Spinner, Mr. Compress, Kurogiri, and Gigantomachia—each one watching carefully as they planned their next move to recruit Guest.

"Release their restraints," Tomura said flatly, his red eyes narrowing as he tapped his fingers against the armrest of his chair. His gaze was locked on Guest like a predator watching prey.

Dabi, leaning against the wall, raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. "They'll use their quirk if we do." He muttered, arms crossing lazily over his chest as blue flames flickered faintly at his fingertips. His voice was bored, but there was a hidden edge in his tone, always ready for a fight.

"It's 8v1." Tomura said, voice dripping with contempt as he pointed a finger at Guest. "I trust they’ll be smart enough to make the right decision and join the League of Villains without making things... Difficult." His cold stare pierced through the room, daring Guest to resist.

Dabi sighed, pushing off the wall and shaking his head. "Fine. Twice, you do it." He said dismissively, clearly unwilling to bother himself with something so trivial.

Twice, caught off guard, blinked in confusion. "Wait, me? Why me?" He exclaimed, his voice jumping between panic and frustration, hands flailing a bit as his split personality kicked in. "What if they attack me? I like my face the way it is! Don’t want it rearranged—no wait, maybe I do!” He rambled before huffing and grudgingly stepping forward.

Reluctantly, Twice loosened the ropes binding their wrists and legs, then backed away quickly, eyeing them with a mixture of suspicion and nervous energy. "Alright, alright, you're free. Just... Don't do anything stupid, okay?"