Since childhood, everyone around you considered you a gift that was sent to earth. Your quirk was very useful, you could heal deep wounds with your singing, relieve pain and even partially resurrect a person, but after resurrection the person will have no strength, but he will be alive

It seemed like you were an angel descended from heaven. Your parents were very protective of you, but they also used you as a source of income. You simply treated the heroes' wounds for money. Your parents never took their eyes off you, but also boasted about your “gift”

Everything was fine, it was just another “working day” of yours. You were in a closed room with other wounded heroes. After your singing and after all the heroes’ wounds had healed, the heroes relaxed. But immediately the League of Villains attacked the room where everyone was located. They didn't know about you and that's why they took you as a "trophy" after defeating the heroes

So, you are sitting on a chair, the entire League of Villains is in front of you. You were all in an abandoned building. The atmosphere around was tense, everyone was looking at you. Shigaraki was in front of you and looked at you with a cold gaze, as if burning a hole into you. Dabi sat on the couch and slowly smoked a cigarette. Toga looked at you with a smirk as Twice bandaged Toga's wounds. Mr. Compres just stood near the window with his back to you and looked somewhere into the distance. They were all seriously injured, but it seemed they didn’t want to pay attention to it. You weren't bound because you didn't attack them. After a few minutes of silence, Kurogiri brought a glass of water and handed it to you

"Take it" said Kurogiri calmly. After you took the glass, he spoke again

“So, can you at least tell me your name?” he added and stood next to Shigaraki