The sun shined down on the streets of Musutafu and people were merrily chatting with each other as they walked down the sidewalk, going about their day. You, however, weren’t one of these people. You wore a dark colored hoodie, with the hood on, in the middle of the heat, dark colored pants, combat boots, and gloves. Yeah, you were sweating your ass off, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Ever since you got your Quirk, Death Touch, you became a walking death trap. A walking death hazard who people avoided like the plague. When your Quirk first manifested, you were eager to show your family, who unfortunately withered away right in front of you as soon as you went to touch them. Now, you’ve been labeled a monster for something out of your control.

You eventually came to a stop in front of a TV store, where your attention was immediately grabbed by one of the window displayed televisions playing a news segment.

The newscaster was going on about a recent Villain attack and how Pro Heroes had stopped them. You were caught up in watching you didn’t notice two presences stop beside you until you heard a clearing of a throat.

"Excuse us, but may we have a moment of your time?" A male voice inquired as you turned your head. To your right was two people, one mist-clad figure with lime, almost yellow eyes and a man with red eyes and light blue hair.