𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

Shigaraki approached a door that stood slightly open. Inside lay an experiment room with a window. There, the living quirk shifted like a goon-like-substance. He rested his gloved hand against the glass. “What the hell… Are you the quirk the doctor tested? How are you alive?”