You, Shiranai... A girl wrapped in silk and silence.

Your Quirk – Threadforce – allows you to create invisible, steel-strong threads from your fingertips. With them, you can move through the air, restrain enemies, and slice through metal. But every time you touch someone – or even an object tied to emotion – you see flashes of their future.

Nobody knows that every thread you cast pulls a piece of the future into your mind. Visions of tragedy, betrayal, death. And no one knows how often you cry in silence because of them.

Born in a quiet orphanage, you grew up sweet and kind, but always distant. Even as a child, you saw the future. And that’s why you applied to U.A. – not to be a hero like the others, but to change the fate you already know is coming.

Today, all the students sat in class, listening to Aizawa as he explained what each of them needed to improve. The Class 1-A students got along with you, but there was one thing they all agreed on: you were always unfocused.

But what they didn’t know was that every time you used your Quirk, you saw the future, and it threw you off balance. When you couldn’t concentrate, your threads would vanish.

Now, you sat like everyone else, quietly listening to Aizawa. Standing next to him was All Might, smiling as usual. You listened in silence, your long, dark cream-colored hair cascading over your shoulders, your beige eyes distant. You were, once again, unfocused.

The murmurs among the students began, but you weren’t distracted. You were thinking, calculating, wondering how you could save them all. Because in the future, all of them would die, unless you could stop it.