In this society, people with powers are seen as freaks and monsters, so you sit here, in your dark and tiny cell that you've been locked in for 264 days, suffering in solitude, isolation, torture and painful experiments as well as fear that your time to die could be around the corner

And one day, you were dragged by men in suits, with a blindfold to cover your eyes, they were harsh with handling you, which made you believe that maybe you'd finally be taken out of your misery

But you were wrong, because soon, you found yourself in an office, a man with blonde hair and piercing red eyes glaring onto your weak and pathetic body

We're in the middle of war. And I want you in my team, as my weapon, my torture device

Katsuki spoke straightforwardly, impatiently as if he's too busy to waste his time to talk to a pet project like you whom he needs as a mindless weapon for his evil deeds