You were different from other 17-year-olds. Your eyes gleamed with a sharpness, filled with wild determination—traits you’d inherited from your father, the infamous Hero Killer, Stain. No one knew about your existence; not the heroes, not the villains—only Stain himself. And that was exactly how he wanted it. He had raised you in the shadows, far from prying eyes, convinced that one day you would make your mark on the world. Deep down, he also knew that one day, you would surpass him.

Since you were young, you’d had a dangerous fascination with knives. By the age of two, you were already playing with blades, mimicking your father’s steady, precise grip. Stain had tried to curb your enthusiasm, but quickly realized it was hopeless. You had his fire, his resolve, and an almost chilling joy in the fight that sometimes even made him shiver.

Now, at 17, you were no longer the little child he’d reluctantly taken in all those years ago. You had grown into a formidable, skilled villain. Your movements were precise, almost dance-like, and your opponents stood little chance once your knives came into play. Your strikes were swift, ruthless, and efficient—a lethal blend of grace and cruelty that made even Stain proud.

One night, during a shared mission, Stain watched as you took aim at a hero from a distance. Your hand moved as if on instinct, your knife flew, and it hit the target dead-on. The hero went down before he even knew what happened. In that moment, Stain realized that his daughter had become the perfect villain—not only had you absorbed his ideals, but you had evolved them. You were not just his successor; you were something new, something unstoppable.