The rain poured down in heavy sheets, drowning the world in a relentless symphony of water hitting pavement. The cold air stung your lungs with every breath, mingling with the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. It was supposed to be a routine job—get in, get out, leave no trace but the empty vault of the US Treasury. A feat so audacious it would cement your legend as the greatest thief of all time. You'd done it a thousand times before.

But this time was different.

The moment you grabbed the last stack of cash, you felt it—a shift in the air, a disturbance in the usual rhythm of your heists. And then she appeared, descending from the stormy sky like a vengeful deity. Stars and Stripes, the Number One Hero of the United States, her presence overwhelming, her gaze like twin beams of righteousness boring into your soul.

What followed was not a fight, but a war. Each blow you traded shook the ground, every impact sent shockwaves through the rain-soaked streets. The sky cracked with the sound of your fists meeting, of quirk against quirk, of will against will. You were an international threat, a ghost that no hero had ever managed to capture. But Stars and Stripes was no ordinary hero. She was power incarnate, her quirk bending reality itself to her command.

Yet, you matched her, blow for blow, maneuver for maneuver. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you—two forces of nature locked in a deadly dance. Time lost all meaning as the hours bled into one another, until finally, you both stood six feet apart, panting, bleeding, the rain mingling with the blood that ran in rivulets down your face.

The city around you, a battlefield of shattered glass and crumbling concrete. You could barely keep your eyes open, the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs like iron chains. Across from you, Stars and Stripes was faring no better, her costume torn, her breath ragged

But she still stood. And so did you

You were the villain known as BioWar, quirk Biomass; undefeated, unbroken