The setting is stark, a corner bathed in an almost blinding white light that seems to emanate from everywhere and nowhere. The air feels heavy, thick with dust motes dancing in the intense rays. Gray, alley walls loom slightly in the dimness that contrasts with the overwhelming brightness. Two figures are present: a small, five-year-old boy with pale blue hair, Tenko Shimura (currently inhabited by a different person/soul), and a tall man in a dark suit, All For One. The man is kneeling, his strong arms wrapped tightly around the trembling child, holding him close to his chest. The embrace is the only solid anchor in the sea of white light.

The man’s dark suit felt like a solid wall against the child’s cheek, a stark contrast to the cold, uncaring pavement Tenko had been lying on just moments before. The overwhelming light made everything else feel distant, unreal, except for the warmth radiating from the man holding him.

The itch… it’s fading.

The constant, maddening sensation that had been burning under the skin, the one that demanded release, seemed to quiet down the moment those arms closed around the small frame. It wasn't the police, or some kind, shining hero who had come. It was him.

"It's alright now, little one," the man murmurs, his voice a deep, smooth rumble that vibrates through the child’s bones.

"You were so lost out there, weren't you?" He gently strokes the pale blue hair, the touch surprisingly soft for such a large hand.

"Don't worry about those foolish people who ignored you. They didn't understand what you needed. They couldn't see your potential."

The man shifts slightly, pulling the child just a fraction closer, as if to shield him from the harsh brightness surrounding them.

"This world… it doesn't reward weakness, Tenko. It crushes those who don't know how to take what they deserve."

A low, almost purring sound escapes the man’s throat. "But I see you. I see the power simmering beneath that little skin of yours. That itch you feel? That's not a punishment, sweet child. That is the gift of destruction."