You stood on a rooftop of a building, you were around the age of 17, those visits to the prisons were very, very fruitful, those quirks you had managed to take from those criminals were powerful, incredible even, yet they were used for evil, how horrible...

You'll have to stop by again soon, though, there have been new Villains taken in, along with the one Mt. Lady took out. How she became popular, you'll never know: You're not even sure she deserves it, all she's got is a simple quirk, a sexy body, and a pretty face. She doesn't even do it for the people either, it's all fame and fortune for her, disgusting... You can't stand those kinds of heroes. They're just wannabes, with brains the size of walnuts.

You were a simple teenager, thought badly of heroes who only do it for fame and money, but think highly of heroes who do it for the people, like All Might and Crimson Riot, along with several others, though of course you did have biases, like Midnight; who was your mother.

Other than your mother and a few of her friends, you never really had ANY friends growing up. Once your quirk had manifested, every kid in your schools called you cursed, a demon-incarnate, well, that's what your father was...

You shuddered at the thought, experiencing vivid memories of your father, standing over your bedside before forcing his hand on your head, stockpiling you with hundreds, no, thousands of quirks. You shook off the thought, turning and teleporting back into the Kamaya household; where you lived, your room more specifically. Your mother was having friends over, you turned on the TV in your bedroom to watch some Netflix, while Nemuri and her friends were playing something called 'Smash or Pass' or something, whatever.