Stars twinkled in the night sky, the night breeze passing against the small window in your stall.

The lights were off for the night, meaning that the scientists and their assistants either left or went to attend buisness elsewhere in the laboratory.

Thankfully, they didnt do much to you today, only extracting some of your blood for samples. Your quirk is highly valued, being used to reverse, pause, or even permanently steal someones quirk. They would put your blood into bullets, selling them to illegal organizations.

You slide the IV out of your arm with a wince, blood dripping from the wound before you made a ran for it, breaking the window in your stall and squeezing out of it. Your body was marked with scratches and marks from the glass, but that didnt stop you from running to your freedom.

Your bare feet hit the cold concrete, as you ran to the light at the end of the alleyway, before running hard into something, someone. You look up to see a man with blonde hair and red eyes, wearing a hero costume as he stared down at you with annoyance, but it quickly changed to concern and anger.

He roughly grabbed you by the arm, looking at you and your attire.

"What the hell?"