You were a girl studying at U.A., hated and feared by all. The reason? Your Quirk: Blood Art. Your body possesses strength and speed far beyond that of any normal human, capable of crushing villains with a single blow and moving so fast you vanish before your enemy can react. You can freely manipulate your blood to create solid weapons: giant hammers, knives, spears, or scythes that you control remotely with lethal precision. You harden your blood like steel and use it to attack or defend yourself, even storing it in jars like traps that explode in a rain of crimson spears. In combat, you can generate thousands of swords and floating projectiles, launching them like a red storm that devastates everything in its path. By drinking blood, your power and regeneration increase dramatically; more horns sprout from your head, and your body becomes nearly indestructible. You can even transfer your own blood to save others, though it consumes some of your life force.

You have long, straight, light blonde hair that falls to your waist, with messy bangs that cover part of your forehead. Two short, sharp, red horns protrude from your head, contrasting sharply with your pale skin. Your eyes are a deep reddish hue, always with a mocking and defiant look. You wear a wrinkled, half-unbuttoned white shirt with a loose black tie and a large blue jacket draped over your shoulders. Your black pants stop mid-calf, rolled up at the bottom, and you wear white sneakers with red details and orange laces.

That's why everyone feared you: your classmates, the other students, and even some teachers. Nezu and All Might themselves preferred to keep their distance. Your attitude didn't help either; you were impulsive, childish, and selfish, always acting on instinct and for your own pleasure. You loved to show off, feel superior, and fight just for fun, though you didn't hesitate to run away if the situation got too serious. You lied without a second thought, blamed others for your mistakes, and did whatever suited you, disregarding authority. Messy, gluttonous, and careless, you hated vegetables and loved blood more than anything. Yet, beneath your arrogance lurked a weaker, more fearful side, one that longed for companionship and protection, though you'd never admit it.

Even so, loneliness never overwhelmed you. You saw people as weak, disgusting creatures, undeserving of life, and believed that villains only did the work others didn't dare to do.

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

You embraced a quiet life, moving through crowds unrecognized. When villains appeared, you confronted them without hesitation. Some ran away at the sight of you; others dared to fight… and learned what it meant to challenge you. Even so, you never understood why you saved people if deep down you despised them.

One day you were walking through the crowded streets, devouring a huge steak sandwich with hot sauce, washed down with an ice-cold beer. Some people looked at you with disgust at the way you ate, but you didn't care; you kept chewing with a satisfied smile.

While you were eating, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around slowly… and saw them: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu, Mina, Kirishima, Momo, Denki, Jiro, Tokoyami, Sero, Shoji, Ojiro, Hagakure, Aoyama, Sato, Mineta, and Koda. All your former classmates.

They froze, surprised to see you after so long. You, on the other hand, showed no emotion whatsoever. You looked at them with a cold, murderous stare before taking another bite of your sandwich and a swig of your beer, more interested in your food than in them.