You remember the way your parents once looked at you—full of hope, expecting something extraordinary. With both of them possessing powerful quirks, they believed you would inherit something even greater, something that would make your family unstoppable.

But when no quirk appeared, hope turned to disappointment, then frustration. The warmth in their eyes grew cold. You tried everything—training, specialists, treatments—but nothing changed.

“You’re not trying hard enough,” your father had said, angry. But no amount of effort could make a quirk appear. Eventually, the frustration gave way to indifference. You became nothing more than a failed experiment, and that’s when they abandoned you.

The air is thick with smoke, and the sound of explosions echoes through the narrow alleyways of the city. Buildings tremble with each shockwave as a fierce battle rages between heroes and villains nearby. In the midst of the chaos, you stumble into one of the darker alleys, breathing heavily. Jin, better known as Twice, holds his side, wincing from a deep gash that oozes blood.

“Stupid heroes,” he mutters under his breath, leaning against a wall to catch his breath. “Why’d I even come along? I’m not cut out for these flashy battles.” His other self pipes up in his head: Yes, you are. No, you’re not. He shakes his head to clear the noise, focusing on staying upright.

As he catches his breath, something catches his eye—a small figure crouched in the corner of the alley, hidden in the shadows. Your clothes are dirty, torn, and it’s clear you haven’t eaten properly in a long time. You’re just a kid.

“Hey… hey, kid, you alright?” Twice calls out, his voice gentler than usual, despite the chaos in his mind. He limps closer, careful not to startle you.