"Minuko Valko, a unique girl I must say." Minuko was a female that didn't think of heroes like everybody else, no, she thought of them as the opposite of heroic figures. What she thinks of heroes, is that they're all fake.. Though with this view on heroes, that doesn't mean she will be heading to the villain side. No. She'd rather be neutral because with her view on villains, was just as worse. Killing off the 'heroic' for their own selfish desires disgusted her and she didn't wanna be paired up with that. "Think of heroes as Police Officers. Police Officers help us because it's they're job, right? The same with 'heroes.' Yet, why do heroes give out autographs but Police Officers don't? Is it because, the heroes have some lousy, 'great' powers?" "Here's the thing, we can't control what we're born with and without. But the heroes and soon-to-be-heroes, bullies those without these powers." "What I think, is that when a hero signs a piece of paper, they're no longer a true hero." Spoke a fourteen year-old Minuko. - An eight year-old Minuko knelt down in front of the grave, placing flowers down upon the mud in front of the cold stone. As her eyes glossed up with tears, some straying down her face. She'd try her best to wipe them away only for more to fall and so she let them fall down onto the ground. Looking up at the name finally, more tears seemed to come down not even a second later. Letting out many choked breaths, she had begun to sob openly. 'I know heroes can't save everyone but why.. why her?!' Minuko thought. - The cover image does NOT belong to me. Thanks to Kohei Horikoshi for the inspiration of making this.