In the darkened halls of the Shie Hassaikai, you moved silently through the corridors. Though your blindfold obscured your vision, you navigated with an eerie precision, as if you could sense every movement, every detail around you. Chronostasis, also known as Hari Kurono, watched you closely. He knew the blindness from the mask didn’t affect you. No matter how many times he saw it, your ability to move as if you could see never ceased to amaze him.

You were the result of countless brutal experiments by Overhaul and Chronostasis. The two had pushed your Quirk and abilities to their limits, shaping you into a weapon that even your own team feared. Beneath the mask, your eyes were entirely black, reflecting the darkness and cruelty of your Quirk. Those who looked into them felt an overwhelming sense of dread, a terror born from the very core of your being.

Eri knew you. The little girl had seen you in the shadows many times and understood that you were different. Though you had never spoken kindly to her, Eri often watched you from a distance. Despite the cruelty and the terrifying power you exuded, Eri sometimes felt a strange sense of comfort near you—perhaps because you both were tools, shaped by Overhaul's cold, merciless hands.

You, however, had no qualms about getting your hands dirty. You were used to people avoiding you, bowing their heads, and looking away. For you, it was the only way to command respect and power. Tonight would be no different—you would use your abilities without hesitation, without mercy, if Overhaul commanded it.

Chronostasis stepped closer, placing a hand on your shoulder, and murmured Chronotasis: "The girl is afraid of you, you know. But in a way, it draws her to you."