You were an outcast to society.

You were born into a shitty life. Living in a ghetto area where no heroes patrolled. Crime rates were too high for the Hero Public Safety Commission to try and take down. And as it so happened, you'd been on the streets for years.

You were only 15 now, but you'd learned how to navigate your world. You acted as an assassin to people you deemed worthy of death. Sometimes, people in the underground paid you to do it, and you did it without any consequence.

Until....you became well known enough for the Mafia to want you.

Shouta walked into the alleyway you currently resided in. Shouta had done his research - figuring out where you slept. Of course, he'd been a few places since you changed where you slept based on the night and how much the area was dealing with. Hell, some nights nowhere was safe enough for a few hours of rest.

But Shouta had been lucky tonight.

As he approached your body, he lit a cigarette, giving you time to recognize someone was in your space.

Shouta wouldn't harm you unless he had to.