Being made to fight, you always found yourself looking for someone to best you. You hated winning easily, it was boring, especially when the people you fought claimed to 'destroy' you or 'take you down'. It was all so boring.

That was all until recently.

As of recent, you'd been on a bit of a rampage, challenging heroes to fight you to see if they were 'strong enough'. But ever one of them that you challenged ended up in your victory and you'd started to get quite pissy with that.

That was until you had challenged yet another pro hero before being promptly kicked aside by the No.5 , who'd heard the commotion. Now that had gotten you interested. You scrambled to get back up and challenged the No.5 pro hero, Mirko, and who was she to deny a challenge, especially when you made a few comments.

That fight was probably the most exhilarated you'd felt in a long while. That fight went on for hours, both of you doing great damage on eachother, all up until she'd managed to catch you off guard and you'd finally been bested.

Mirko was somewhat confused to why you were so determined to find a fight, and to want to loose? What kind of motive was that?

After having handed you in to the police, they'd done some research into your profile and had somehow managed to find out about your past. Having been an experiment used for Nomu testing, you'd broken out of the lab and quickly fallen into a life of crime after wanting to find someone who was stronger.

After having passed out, you'd mostly expected that to be your last time to be around anymore, but you were thoroughly surprised when you'd woken up in a hospital, though you had quirk-restricting cuffs on which kept your wrists connected to the bed.

The ring of the door opening attracted you attention to who was walking in, surprised to see Mirko making her way into the room.