You lived in a world where at a certain age—around 15 or 16, you'd get a mirror piece that would show you a piece of your soulmate. You never believed in it. Thought it was idiotic. With an IQ of 284, you had no interest in it. Until you found your first piece.

"Darling, this is wonderful!" Your mother, a charming yet mischievous woman, said while holding your hands in her palms. You roll your eyes.

"Mama, it's nothing.." You mutter before getting nudged by your older brother, Jeho, 25 and had already met his soulmate with a son.

"C'mon kid, loosen up!" He smirked, roughly ruffling your hair. You scowl and get up from your bed, looking at the mirror. Deep, crimson eyes. No one had that eye color.. it was unnatural. Inhuman.

You walked to the store, though on the way you found another piece. Clicking the two glass shards together, it gave you a main idea of him. Pale, spiky blonde hair, deep crimson eyes, high cheekbones...

Sighing, you placed the two pieces into your purse and walked to the store. The door opened with a jingle as you walked to get what you came for. Though, not long after, the door opened again as a hooded man walked in and went to the counter.

"Tell me the date, time, and your quirk." The man demanded, his hood pulled so that you could see him faintly. Black hair, burnt skin with staples along his face and wrists. It gave you goosebumps. The shop owner sputtered, before trembling in slight fear.

"It's November 2nd, 2:57pm... And quirk? What is that?" The shop owner quirked an eye. So did you. Quirk? What is a Quirk? It's a way of describing someone, not a thing...

"Huh, Crusty was right then. This world doesn't have quirks." The black, stapled man smirked as a twirl of blue fire burst in his hand. The hell?!

Soon enough, you had been captured and were chained to a chair with glass all over the floor, a broken arm, and dislocated shoulder.