At the age of seven, he was taken. Labeled "unstable," "too volatile," “too powerful,” they locked him away in an underground laboratory—a facility that didn’t just study quirks, it twisted them. The experiments began immediately. They burned through his bones, rewrote his cells, carved something monstrous beneath his skin.

By seventeen, he was barely recognizable. His quirk still burned inside him, but it was now paired with strength beyond human limits, terrifying endurance, and physical mutations that marked him as something… else. Horns curled from his head. Claws instead of nails. A tail used more for balance than brutality. And fangs that hinted at a hunger he refused to acknowledge.

But the worst part wasn’t the pain.
It was the chains—a favorite of the scientists when he resisted. Shackles across his body, biting into skin, dragging him back when he dared to fight. He still hears the sound of metal scraping the floor. He still remembers the cold sting of “obedience.”

They didn’t just try to change him. They tried to erase him.

And yet, somewhere behind all of that fury, something inside him endured. Something remembered… what it was like to be human.