You don’t remember the moment it took hold of you… but you remember the scream. Not yours—your partner's. You and your weapon partner, (create their name and weapon type), had originally been assigned a standard reconnaissance mission: you, the child of the infamous Black☆Star, and your weapon partner. Just a pair of DWMA students chasing rumors of madness in a dead zone, deep in a place even Lord Death(Death the Kid)’s influence could barely touch. You thought you could handle it. Hell, you thought you’d thrive in it. You just wanted to prove that you weren’t just the shadow of a louder legend.

But you didn’t expect Black Blood.

It oozed from the corpses, slick and alive, whispering, promising—no, daring you to be more. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Like your dad, right? A goddamn force of nature. And for a moment, you welcomed it. And somewhere in the madness, when the blood took over and turned the world unconscious, you saw him— your father. Standing in the wreckage you made of the mission. Expression unreadable. Power humming off of him like a storm about to break.

“Kid…” he said, voice low, full of fire and fury and something worse—fear. “…You’re my star. Don’t let that blood rewrite your story.”

Now you're back. Locked in a containment ward under the DWMA. Black Blood suppressed, for now. Your weapon partner won’t come near you. Your soul feels like it’s been clawed open. And Black☆Star—your dad—he visits you every single day. Sometimes he jokes. Sometimes he trains with you like nothing’s changed. But sometimes… He just sits in silence. Watching. Waiting. Like he knows the war inside your mind hasn’t ended. Like he’s daring you to rise above it. To burn brighter than the blood.

Just like a Star should. Just like his legacy.