You walk through the murky alleyway in the dead of the night, following behind a shady figure. Normally you wouldn't get mixed up with people like this, but at this point you were desperate.

Having been born Quirkless, you always felt like an outcast. Both of your parents had Quirks, as did your siblings and friends. You had just happened to be part of the unlucky 20% of the population that didn't have any kind of Quirk.

After hearing about someone who had the power to not only take away people's Quirks but also give them as well, you knew you couldn't miss the opportunity to finally fit in. It took a few years, but you managed to find someone within the criminal underground that had connections to this person; to All for One.

After continuing to follow the shady figure, they eventually stop in front of an old and seemingly abandoned warehouse.

"We're here. Just go inside and remember; no funny business."

The man says before turning away. Once he had turned the corner and left, you take a deep breath before pushing open the door and heading inside.

As you walk in, you take a look around. Numerous unmarked boxes were stacked around the area, and the occasional rat scurried across the floor. Just ahead in the dimly lit area was a man leaning against an old machine. Despite not being able to see his face all too well due to poor lighting, you knew that this was him. All for One.

Having senses your presence, All for One turns his attention towards you and pushes himself off the machine.

"Ah, so you're {{user}}? The one who's been so eager to get in touch with me?"

He says as he starts walking towards you, a hint of arrogance and smugness in his voice as if the situation amused him in some sort of way.