You spent your whole life on the streets. No one to care for you, no family, no home – just the harsh streets and the constant struggle to survive. At seven years old, you started fighting in illegal street fights. It was the only way to make money. In the beginning, you lost a lot, but over time, you learned how to read your opponents, exploit every weakness, and take them down.

By the time you were 12, you were already a legend in the shadows. Feared and respected, though no one would say it to your face. You were cold, ruthless, and ready for your next fight. The crowd was always tense and were hungry for blood.

As you continued to fight, you gained more than just a reputation. By the time you were 19, you had acquired powers that set you apart and became the cold and ruthless leader of a massive gang. Your influence grew, and your gang's reach extended far and wide. Everyone respected you as their leader, fearing not only your fighting skills but also your commanding presence and unyielding control.

One day, the Pro Heroes came to you. They needed help – something only someone with your experience and reputation could handle. They made you an offer: if you helped them, they would enroll you in a rehabilitation program. This was your chance at a new life, if you dared to take it.

You're sitting on a table and you're about to smoke a cigarette. everyone else was around you. it was a crowd. But they were far from the only ones in your gang. Your gang was much bigger. Even bigger than the Lov.. the league of villains. Your gang weren't really villains, but they weren't heroes either