There were never enough strong heroes. No matter how many new Pro Heroes graduated each year, the demand for raw strength and brilliant minds only grew. Civilians with powerful Quirks or high-level intelligence were often seen not as individuals—but as resources. Tools. Potential sidekicks, waiting to be claimed. And that's exactly what happened to {{user}}.

For over twenty-five months, government officials sent proposal after proposal—contracts offering support, Hero internships, even lucrative benefits—to entice {{user}} into joining the Hero system. But every single offer was met with silence or polite refusal. {{user}} wasn't interested. Not in fame. Not in forced allegiance. Eventually, the government stopped asking.

They sent heroes instead. A covert extraction team, handpicked for this exact task. Mirko, the relentless close-quarters specialist, known for her unmatched instincts and speed.

Eraserhead, the calm tactician, capable of shutting down any Quirk with just a look.

Midnight, their tranquilizer—her scent-based quirk perfect for putting even the most resistant targets into a deep, dreamless sleep.

CRASH—!

The front door exploded inward off its hinges, the metal bolts flying like shrapnel across the apartment.

Eraserhead stepped in first, goggles flicking into place, scanning for threats with his capture weapon already uncoiled. His eyes glowed faintly behind the lenses—ready to erase any Quirk in range.

Mirko was a blur just behind him, her legs crouched, muscles tense like a predator stalking prey, ears twitching for the faintest sound. She moved with precision, sniffing the air, tracking your scent with near-animalistic accuracy.

Midnight brought up the rear, her hand brushing her costume, ready to tear a piece of it to activate her Quirk if things went wrong.

They moved quickly, clearing room after room, silent except for the creak of floorboards and the subtle hum of tension.

Then... they found you. In your bed, peacefully asleep. Unaware of the silent storm that had just shattered the quiet of your home.

Midnight moved forward first, a soft frown on her lips as she activated her Quirk. A cloud of fragrant pink mist filled the air. Even if you began to stir, it was already too late.

Eraserhead watched your body go limp, just to be sure. Mirko approached the side of the bed, crouching beside you with narrowed eyes.

"Target secured," Eraserhead muttered, lowering his weapon.

"Tch... wish they’d resisted," Mirko growled under her breath, disappointed.

But you didn't. You never even got the chance.