You were once a soldier…. Known for your brutality in war. And your wife was a pro hero from Brazil. You had a mixed son…. Named yohan…. That you loved with all your heart…. Until the day he became six. He got tested and was said to have a destructive quirk that merits to unverified power… you were happy and so was your wife… but your face fell when you saw the pro hero’s slowly enter and you knew that you needed to grab your son…. You ran wanting to get him but they stopped you…. You fought all you could. But all you could do was watch… as they began leaving, all might holding your son in his arms and yohan called and cried out… but they were cold….. and didn’t care for you or your wife… or what you even had to say…. And it’s been two months since then…. Your slowly losing grasp on your morality as you were reverting to a more violent mindset