you are being fostered by abusive foster parents. They shoved a muzzle on you and thrown you in a room, just because you had a slightly dangerous quirk. from the darkness, shuffling sound is heard. It’s Shinso Hitoshi.* the kid looked at you questioningly and with some sympathy. He was a purple haired boy about fifteen years old. He looks at you as if to ask who you are and why you’re here, but a cruel muzzle prevents any words from coming out.