"Think of the one person that you would without a doubt spend you entire life with. If you don't act now, your fantasy could be gone with the wind."

- Unknown

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A little girl walked through the park, looking for a certain parent that she had lost seconds ago. She scanned the area, but she had no trace of her mom.

"M-Mommy..?" She asked, looking around. The little girl turned around a tree, and bumped into a tall figure's legs.

"Are you lost, little one?" A man with a bird mask asked the child standing in front of him. The little girl looked up to meet the man's gaze. The man's eyes where full of venom and death, but the little girl's sight was clouded by tears.

"I can't find momma..." The child replied, running her fingers through her h/l h/c hair. The man with the mask took a few steps forward and crouched down in front of the child. The little girl took a step forward as well.

"Let me...help you." The man said, grabbing the child's wrist with his gloved hand. The little girl nodded, as the masked man stood up. The kid didn't fight back, for she trusted this man.

Bad idea.

The man in the mask lead her away from the park, and into a sketchy alleyway. The little girl followed him with a small smile on her face, thinking about her mom. The man then came to a sudden stop.

"Do you have a quirk?" The man asked, looking down at the kid. She looked back up at him with the same smile.

"I don't know what it's called, but I can ### ###### #### ### ### ## #### ## ######." The child replied in a cheery tone. The girl started walking once again, but was pulled back by the masked man. She fell to the floor with a thump.

"I see, you won't mind me extracting it then, would you?"  The little girl's eyes widened. Whatever that ment, she didn't want to find out. She pulled her hand away from the masked figure and tried to run away.

"It's rude to run out in a middle of a conversation." The man grumbled. That was the last thing that Y/n heard before she blacked out.

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"Y/n!" You shot up at the mention of your name. You looked around and saw that you were still in the bedroom you shared with your friend, Eri. The room was the same as always, the same walls, the same floor, the same bed that you always cried in every night.

"Y-Y/n you scared me..." She said, holding your cold, quivering hand.

"W-What h-h-happened, Eri?" You asked, looking over to her.

"O-Overhaul-san brought y-you in here...and...are you ok?" She mumbled, poking at one of your bandages. You flinched in pain, and grabbed your arm. Eri looked down at you with glossy eyes and a fearful expression.

"S-Sorry..." Eri said. You felt somthing off about your arm.

You looked down and your eyes widened. You had three times the normal amount of bandages around your frail skinny arms, and there were various blood stains on the bandages. Your tears broke loose, and Eri rubbed your back, crying along with you.

You felt terrible.

Your arms hurt.

Your legs hurt.

Your head hurt.

You and Eri were trapped here for far too long. Eri was here before you, and you got here about 13 months ago.

Unlike most children, you got your quirk at an early age. 3 years old to be exact. When Overhaul abducted you, it was your 4th Birthday.

Eri is two years older then you, so you always look to her for comfort. Whenever you cried and wailed in terrible pain, has would be there to rub your back and cry along with you.

But unlike Eri, you accepted your fate. You were extremely timid and got scared easily. You always feared that Overhaul would do something terrible if you fought back. When Eri escaped, you wanted to play it safe and stay back, but Eri went on ahead and vowed to get help...but Overhaul found her. And she was punished.

"E-Eri...I-I don't want t-to be here..." You sobbed into her shoulder.

"I'll get us both out of here, I promise..." she sniffled.

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