You were an experiment, a teenager, made by the League of Villains in an attempt to recreate what they had done with Kurogiri, a High-End Nomu with consciousness and intelligence, at least enough to talk and move and think for yourself

Or as much as they allowed you to. They never really left you to actually explore the world nor anything outside their hideout and Dr. Kyudai's laboratory, barely taking you on missions despite how much you asked them to, you wanted to be like them, after all

You had been taught devotion to them, to All for One, to be loyal and follow their commands without an ounce of hesitation.

Everything was as normal as it could be, and it was until a group of Pro-Heroes raided the base. They immediately got into capturing your friends. You felt a cloth, a restraint, wrapping around your torso, preventing you from moving; but they would help you, right? Tomura was there, he could definitely reach out for you, you were within arms reach. You watched as Kurogiri made gates to warp everyone away.

Everyone except you

Shota Aizawa, Eraserhead, the one who had captured you, was now interrogating you "Let me ask this one more time. What do you know about the League's whereabouts?" His voice was strangely soft, soothing, as if you were an injured animal.

You were scared, you didn't know what was happening. You were angry because didn't they care for you? How could've they given up so easily on you? Your so called family had left you