Is it possible that once we die, we’ll get reincarnated again? A new life, world, parents, friends… body? If so, I’d like to have a better next life than the one I have.

Ochako patrolled the streets of Japan, looking pit for the public. She'd become quite an icon, helping families in need, starting her own quirk consulting for kids who have trouble using their quirks or seen as ‘monsters’, someone who had a loveable and outgoing personality. She'd waved at younger kids and took small breaks on her patrol before stopping at a playground. Parents watching their kids play, she softly smiled. As she turned, her eyes landed on a small child. A girl, in the sandbox. The pink bucket lay as she was holding something in her hands, her curiosity peaked. She gently walked over to the small girl, bending down near her level.

“What do you have there?” She softly asked, her brown eyes softly gazed at her. Her hands were on her knees, slightly tilting her head. The small girl shaky turns, a quiet sniffle. There, was a dead bloody small bird in her hands. Her eyes widen, how did she get this bird?

Before her eyes locked on her face, it was… nearly identical to Toga. Himiko Toga, the girl she fought before. She had blood dripping from her mouth, and small tear stains underneath her red and puffy eyes. However, she wasn't her. Rather, someone with the same fate as her. This time, she was here to prevent it.