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More bodies turned up over the next few days. Crimson’s bloody death count was now up to ten. The media surrounding the case did in fact catch wind after the two bodies Mia and Present Mic found. They tried to piece together the reasoning behind them. Mia was pretty confident that there wasn't. They also tried to pin Crimson to the Villain League, but that didn't sit well with her either. What little Mia knew from the Villain League was that their new leader, Shigaraki, was too much of a child to plan these attacks. These attacks so close after his master’s defeat to All Might; Mia didn't think he would be active this quickly. H

There was a deafening crack. Then a numbing silence that rang through Santiago’s ears. His vision went red. He screamed in agony. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see El Chupacabra flip the bloody baseball bat in his hand. “You have good tastes in shows, hombre. Didn't peg you as an anime fan.” He chuckled. To be honest, Santiago didn't like anime. What the psycho was referring to was his crooked metal bat that he was swinging around. It was ultimately ‘inspired’ by a former tattoo that Santiago had; said twisted bat with a banner reading ‘Lil Slugger’. Apparently it was a reference to a show

Big Mama was a New York state cryptid. The week during the full moon, without fail, a wolf-like ghost would appear in provincial small towns and chase away crime, rescue people from natural accidents and the like. However, Maggie Hawkins knew better. Maggie Hawkins knew that Big Mama was her sister, Mia. Mia would come to their grandparents’ farm every month. Her sister’s senses would heighten and her urge save people only grew with age. Maggie, at first, went with her sister during her turns, but as the two grew older; they became distant with one another. The six year age difference, a gap between them. This time, Maggie did g

Santiago sighed when he was left in silence. The screen from his phone was the only light in the room, washing out the already dull colours he lived with. He tapped his foot on the floor out of anxiety. Take your meds. She said. Get your blanket. The man let out another sigh and placed the phone on his desk. Mia hadn't been wrong about these kind of things. He’d better listen. She had 20 set of eyes to spy on him if he didn't. Santiago shuffled into the bathroom. Flicking the light on, he was met face to face with his horrid reflection and the bloody t-shirt he had created. Thank God it was one of his work shirts. Mia would have kille