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1 - I'm Here

-Trigger Warnings!- 
Blood, Gore, Death, Dead Bodies, Decapitated Head, All For One

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the quiet streets as little Y/N L/N, an 8-year-old girl full of innocent excitement, made her way home from a school trip. Her small figure seemed to dance under the fading light, her backpack still brimming with souvenirs bouncing with each step. She had collected trinkets and snacks, eager to share them with her family, the thought filling her with warmth. But as she approached the house, a creeping unease began to settle in her chest. The air felt different—thicker, colder, as though something terrible lurked behind the front door.

When she opened the door, the sight that greeted her tore that warmth away in an instant. It was as if the world collapsed around her, and she couldn't breathe. Her heart pounded wildly, and her vision blurred as she stumbled into a nightmare. The once familiar and loving home was now a gruesome display of violence and death. Her parents lay sprawled across the floor, their bodies unnaturally still, blood pooling beneath them, staining the soft carpet with horrifying red streaks. The cold, lifeless eyes of her mother were locked in an eternal stare, a sight that would be seared into Y/N's memory forever.

Her mind couldn't process the scene, and for a moment, she was frozen—paralyzed by a fear that gripped her like icy chains. The sound of her brother's desperate voice cut through the haze. "Y/N, run! Get out of here!" His voice cracked, desperate and filled with terror. He was already covered in blood, his feet twisted in an unnatural way, his body trembling with adrenaline. But before she could react, a shadow fell over her, and a cold, iron grip seized her small shoulder.

A villain, cruel and menacing, loomed behind her, his touch cold as death. He shoved her roughly into the room, sending her crashing to the ground, landing just inches away from her parents' lifeless bodies. The sight of her mother's empty eyes, staring at her, was too much to bear, and a wave of nausea overtook her. She struggled to pull herself up, her body trembling uncontrollably, but her brother was already moving towards her, dragging her to his side in a final attempt to protect her.

The villains stood over them, six figures in total, each more menacing than the last. Towering above them was a white-haired man, his face carved with scars that marked him as someone who had seen and survived countless battles. He looked just over thirty, his cold, calculating eyes scanning the room with sadistic amusement. He wore a twisted grin, enjoying the terror he had caused. His very presence seemed to exude darkness, a man who lived for the chaos he wrought.

Beside him was a figure cloaked in a swirling mist—a deep purple cloud that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. His form was elusive, constantly shifting in and out of view as the mist danced around him, both beautiful and terrifying. The air around him thickened with danger, the unsettling calm before a storm of destruction.

In the middle of this nightmare, Y/N's eyes locked onto the scarred man as he stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "Your quirk is mine," he said coldly, his voice dripping with malice. He was after her, more specifically, her newly awakened quirk—a power she barely understood but knew was dangerous. Her brother, driven by a primal instinct to protect her, positioned himself between the villains and Y/N. "Get away from her!" he shouted, his voice breaking with desperation. But his effort was brutally cut short.

The scarred man motioned to a villain with bladed hands, who stepped forward with a chilling efficiency. In an instant, Y/N's brother's head was severed from his body, his lifeless form collapsing beside her. "No!" Y/N screamed, her voice raw with grief as the world around her dissolved into a blur of horror and terror. Her brother's blood soaked the floor, mixing with that of her parents.