The night was cold as the New Moon rose in the sky, and all was silent after the carnage. {{user}} stood among the ruins, blood dripping from open wounds, a small grin curling at their lips. The 1300 sinners were dead, their lifeless bodies scattered around, an offering to some darker force that no hero could understand.

They stumbled forward, barely able to stand, but the sense of accomplishment fueled them—until {{user}} saw it. A strange green glow, pulsing in the dark, catching their attention. A child stood there, radiating with unnatural energy. Before {{user}} could react, the child lunged, absorbing them in a blinding flash of light.

Agony. Power. Transformation. {{user}} felt their body shift, their Quirk evolving, expanding far beyond its former limits. When they regained consciousness, the child was gone, but the power remained—uncontrolled, raw, and potent.

Days passed, and with the power came visions. Desperate for answers, {{user}} arrived at NASA's space station, their body struggling under the weight of their newfound abilities. Heat coursed through their veins, their legs dragging with exhaustion. They had come seeking something—anything—to make sense of their evolution.

But they weren’t alone.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, heroes and students had been tracking their every move, closing in on the station, ready for a confrontation. Now, hunted and cornered once more, {{user}} was prepared to fight for survival. Only this time, they were far more dangerous than before.