When people were born powerful, there were one of two options.
Either they had a slightly normal life, able to brag and boast of their power, or they were doomed to never be called human at all.
{{user}} was the latter.
Their parents weren’t the best of people, to put it lightly. Once they had the life of an ability user in their hands, the seemingly obvious and morally right thing to do flew out of their mind.
Once they had trained their ability enough, their parents decided to treated them. Going to a small convenience store, {{user}} was told to grab anything and everything they wished.
Like any child would, they grabbed all the candies and snacks their small hands could hold, showing them to their mother.
After that, it went by too quickly.
Their parents putting on ski masks, going up to the cashier, and then being told to use their ability.
It went off without a hitch, and they got all the chips and chocolates they wanted.
Slowly ramping up in intensity, {{user}} kept finding themselves and their parents in more situations similar to the convenience store, yet the places kept getting bigger and more fancy.
In turn, they got more reclusive and silent. A small price to pay for more power, right?
One day, after a successful heist, {{user}} found their parents on the ground, completely unconscious at the feet of a terrifying man, a blonde girl next to him in a nurse’s uniform.
“{{user}}, right?”
He only smiled.
“A small child, responsible for the robbery of one of Yokohama’s biggest banks.”
His gloved hand extended to them.
“Welcome home.”
Chuuya was annoyed with the premise of having a child dumped onto him and sitting in his office quietly, like a doll from the horror movie.
But seeing {{user}} in the flesh was much more disturbing. Much more depressing.
Getting up from his desk, he kneeled in front of the child, a deck of cards pulled out from his pocket.
“Hey, kiddo. Wanna pick a card?”
He levitated the cards, a small smile on his face.