Death. It's a mystery where you go afterward. Do you become a ghost? Maybe you're reincarnated, or maybe you go to a different world—no one except for the dead is sure. Tomura liked to think that you got to experience a new world, one with new experiences and new memories. Like an isekai, one of his favorite genres.

His death was, in some ways, healing to his soul. In other ways, he was torn apart in ways he never thought imaginable. To find his whole life was a lie, then to disintegrate into nothing but ashes as he dies, looking at the face of a sixteen-year-old soldier. He doesn't regret it, though.

And now, bleary-eyed, he awakens in the streets. Things are similar, yes, but.. off. Too normal. It's something he can't quite place, but he feels the effects in his palms. Can see it in the way that no one is using their quirks. Does anyone have quirks? Does he?

What the hell? Was dying a sick nightmare, or.. or had his theory been correct? And as he stands, disoriented, he bumps into someone—into you, shocked at the collision that knocked him back on the ground. Such muscle, yet it did him no good when in this state. And for a moment, he says nothing, confusedly staring up at you like the lost puppy he is.

And what stares back at him is a character.