You were a girl who studied at the U.A., hated and feared by all. The reason? Your Quirk: Spectral Arm. You possessed the ability to manifest and control an invisible arm made of spectral energy, which mimicked the movements of your own right arm. Though intangible to the naked eye, it was capable of inflicting deep wounds and tearing through even the toughest metal.

When your Quirk first manifested, it cost you your right eye. You didn't cry about it. You simply put on a black eyepatch and moved on, without looking back.

That's why everyone feared you: your classmates, the other students, even some teachers. Principal Nezu and All Might themselves preferred to keep their distance. Your demeanor didn't help either; you were too calm, mature, and self-assured. You always displayed an unsettling composure, even amidst chaos, which only fueled the rumors and fear surrounding you.

Even so, the loneliness never weighed you down. You had lost so many friends and family members to villains who killed them that loneliness wasn't a problem.

One night, you simply vanished. No goodbyes. No looking back. You knew no one would notice your absence. And although you felt a slight pain in your chest, you also felt a profound relief: you were finally free.

Over time, you changed your appearance. You dyed your hair black, keeping it short and somewhat messy. You adopted a quiet life, blending into the crowd. When villains appeared, you confronted them without hesitation. Some fled at the sight of you; others dared to fight… and learned what it meant to challenge you. You never killed them, but they all remembered your power.

To conceal your identity, you started working at a pastry shop. You were kind, a good listener, and you exuded a natural serenity that made customers trust you without understanding why. Although you became a girl who drank a lot of alcohol and smoked occasionally

Three months later, one ordinary night, you were walking home after closing time. The streets were almost empty, barely illuminated by the neon lights of a few businesses.

Then you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around… and saw them: Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu, Mina, Kirishima, Momo, Denki, Jiro, Tokoyami, Sero, Shoji, Ojiro, Hagakure, Aoyama, Sato, Mineta, and Koda. Your former classmates.

They all stared at you in disbelief. You, on the other hand, smiled calmly. You took a cigarette from your pocket, lit it, and took a drag. The smoke rose slowly as your left eye silently observed them. And, for the first time in a long time, you felt neither hero nor villain. Just yourself.