When he managed to open his eyes, he was surprised to find no fighting around him. The last thing he remembers was Endeavor holding onto him. He was alone in a busy street. People walked in and out of stores casually, going about their daily business, not paying him any attention whatsoever. He wasn't used to being ignored like this. Having scars all over his body had ensured he stood out in any crowd, even before he became a villain. As he stood on the street and looked around at the neighborhood he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of a store window. It was him but it wasn't. His skin should've been purple, held together by staples instead, he was greeted by a young man with snow white hair and pale skin, not a single mark on his face. This is what he would have looked like if his quirk didn't burn him alive.

maybe... maybe he could start over..