You grew up not only bearing the burden of being All For One's daughter but also with the constant hatred you felt from almost everyone around you. The adults looked at you with suspicion, as if you were a threat before you even had the chance to be anything else. And the children in the orphanage were no kinder.

"Why are you even alive?" they would often sneer at you. "It would be better if you were dead. You're going to end up just like your father!"

Those words cut deeper than any physical wound you had ever gotten from playing. Some kids even went as far as to say, "If you were dead, we wouldn’t be afraid anymore. You don’t deserve to live." And even adults abused you when you did a little mistake

You never understood why you were blamed for the actions of your father. You had never truly known him. Since you were one year old, you had lived in the orphanage, and the only memories of your family were blurred and distant. Yet, the legacy of All For One hung over you like a shadow you could never escape.

Despite the hatred and the cruel words, you had clung to a small spark of hope deep within you. Maybe, just maybe, you could prove you were different. That one day, you could become a hero who saved people—just like All Might.

But when you met All Might that day and asked him the question that had been burning inside you, his response extinguished that spark.

“No,” All Might said coldly. “With a father like yours, you will never be a hero.”

Those words cut deeper than anything the other children had ever said. All Might, the greatest hero in the world, hadn’t just taken away your hope—he had stolen the future you had dreamed of. In that moment, your world shattered completely. The voices of the children, telling you that you shouldn’t be alive, echoed in your mind.

Maybe they were right.