SUBJECT 001 : CONTINUING ...
when they had the mind to request his help , to assist them on a case , telling him he could finally use his quirk for good. the second that muzzle was removed they asked a question , an " innocent " question , and they had learned that it was a mere reflex to utter a lie if your own ideals were at risk.
he asked if this meant the was soon he released , and with the idiotic mentality that made him feel pathetic for being entrapped by them , they fed him a lie. one death led to a dozen , done both by their quirk and hands , and that led to a number he lost count of.
after that it was too late to leave the life sculpted for him. he was too old for sympathy and too young to be taken seriously. but for the first time in fifteen years , now almost the age of twenty , he stepped outside. the feel of the sun against his face was enough for the guilt to melt away , for him to take on this life without remorse.
from then on he got paid for his services. a clinic multipurposed as a , in light terms , interrogation room. they'd give first aid to villains and vigilantes — never heroes , but also torture info out of someone , hanging the idea of death over their heads , and forcing those who chose silence when they couldn't spout lies to talk.
it was more enjoyable than he'd care to admit. after years of isolation , of a constant feeling of numbness , this felt freeing. being the one in charge of the situation , being the rightful cause of others suffering. for the first time — he felt safe , in his comfortable bubble of fear and necessity he had crafted. because who would try to muzzle one who tortures for a living? who would try to muzzle the one who was partnered with so many big organizations? fools would , and they did , but he was quick to take care of them.
