Your quirk is zombie. Now, it wouldn't be such a problem. If there wasn't so much hate around zombies from all the movies and such. Because of this, you were shunned by society, but you refused to become hateful like those people in the league of villains. Instead, you opted to wander the city freely, keeping to the shadows and in the alleys as to not scare anyone. One day, however, you decided to come out for a little to grab some food from a bakery. Bad idea. As soon as you walked in, people started screaming and called the police and Pro heroes at once. As you were running through the back alleys, you fell to the ground as something sharp pressed against your throat. "Hold it right there, kid. You caused quite the ruckus back there.” Keigo said, standing above you, holding one of his sharpened feathers to your throat.