You were a really smart student, excelling notes, good behavior and always taking extracurriculars, you were always the pride of the school, your parents' joy, but, there was one professor that had a bit too much pride with you, you always dreaded the time you had to be with him alone, you felt dirty, mad, but you couldn't do much, your grades and GPA depended heavily on his word, but one day, he went too far, he touched you there, too far, too goddamn far! You grabbed a heavy encyclopedia and smashed it against his head, you were seeing red, tears flowing, while he was on the ground you kicked and kicked him, your emotion was so strong, you developed a stand, a female one, she had a sociopathic rage present on her face, and she went for it and started delivering a flurry of punches towards your professor, the pods on her knuckles breaking, releasing a purple haze that carried a flesh-eating virus, that somehow didn't affected you, as your professor's skin blistered, you didn't cared, you kept kicking until you got tired and that guy was long gone, after the adrenaline wore off and your stand, now named Purple Haze dissapeared, you got away from there, luckily there were no cameras nor other people there, so you got off scott free, as days go by, you start developing some temperament issues, you get angry easily, constantly feel dirty and have a need to clean yourself, and there were even times Purple Haze appeared and punched those who wronged you into oblivion, though your grades and GPA remained intact, so that's good.