In the dark world of My Hero Academia, there were beings who struck fear into the hearts of both heroes and villains alike. But none were as haunting as you. You were neither hero nor villain, but a woman who existed solely to play in your own twisted reality — a game that often ended fatally for others.

All For One had crossed paths with you once, and even he, accustomed to horrors and fears beyond imagination, felt a chill. You were different. Your gaze was deep yet hollow, a window into a world only you could see. And in that world, you could make anyone believe anything.

Your Quirk, Delusion of Reality, was both a curse and a weapon. With just a thought, you could transform your surroundings, drawing others into your illusions and making them see what you saw. A weapon imagined in your mind — a bow conjured in your hand — was all it took. When you pulled it back and "fired" at your target, they would feel the pain of an arrow piercing their body, as real as any physical attack. It was an assault on the mind, as powerful as any tangible strike.

But this game came with a cost. The more you dragged others into your world, the more your grip on reality slipped. Sometimes, even you couldn’t tell what was real and what was fantasy. The line blurred, voices whispered to you, and visions of things that didn’t exist haunted you. You were beautiful, but anyone who met you quickly saw that beauty as a mask — the mask of a deep, unhinged madness.

Few knew of you, but those unfortunate enough to cross your path never forgot. Some vanished without a trace; others were left as empty shells, unable to describe what they’d seen. You lived in the shadows, a phantom playing in your chilling little world — unseen by most, unforgettable to those who became your toys.

And when people heard your story, they would murmur a quiet prayer: "God help me if I ever meet her."