**This chapter contains gore and violence.**

The city streets were dark, and only a few people were out at this hour. The snow covered street lamps and the headlights of the few cars on the road were the only sources of light. It was quiet: only an occasional horn honking or siren broke the silence.

The only life around was a boy walking on the sidewalk. He was wearing a suit and tie, as if he had just left work. He had a kind face that was dotted with scattered freckles, yet the most intriguing thing about him was his hair. It was a striking green color, though one could only tell from the dim light of the street lamps.

He walked into a dimly lit alleyway where there were a few thugs gambling. As he approached, they looked up at him. The boy looked at them with piercing eyes that seemed to say don't mess with me. He walked up to them until he was only a few meters away. He smiled at them and said, "Hello, I know this is sudden, but I want to make a deal with you." The men – three in total –looked at each other. "You know, kids like you are supposed to have a curfew." One of the men with a scar across his right eye and over his nose chuckled, standing up. The boy ignored them. "I hear you have illegal quirk-paralyzing weapons. If you give them to me, I'll have no trouble with you." All of the men stared wide-eyed at him. "How do you know this?" The boy smiled warmly as he replied, "I have my ways."

"Well," The one with the scar spoke. "Little kids shouldn't be up this late at night." "I think we should teach this kid a lesson." Another thug with a cross earring chimed in. "Yeah, he should learn to respect his elders." The last thug added. They each drew a pocket knife and lunged at the boy all at once. The boy dodged their attacks with ease, moving like wind. "I said, 'give me the weapons, and I won't have any trouble with you.'" The boy repeated. His voice was laced with irritation. "Like Hell we would." The man with the scar said, panting from all his failed attacks. He lunged again, the knife pointed directly at the boy's throat. The boy grabbed the man's hand, stopping the attempted attack, and twisted it. The man screamed out in pain. "Last warning: give. Me. The. Weapons." The man looked into the boy's eyes and said nothing. The other two, too scared to move, watched from a distance. "Fine then." The boy twisted the man's hand even farther so that he dropped the blade. Another cry of agony filled the alleyway and echoed off the halls. The boy then pulled out a gun and aimed it at the man's throat. The man grunted as he saw the gun. Without warning the boy pulled the trigger, not even leaving enough time for the man to scream. A lifeless body dropped to the ground, spilling blood that mixed with the snow, causing it to stain red.

"Now will any of you give me the weapons, or will I have to kill you too?" The boy asked, turning to the other two thugs. One turned and started to run away. A few seconds later, he was in the same state as the first thug, a bullet through his head. The other's legs gave out in fear, and he fell to the ground. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, trying to scramble away but was soon backed up against the wall of the alleyway. "My name does not concern you." The boy said, pointing the gun to the man's forehead. Bang! The blood of the last thug splattered, covering the brick wall behind him.

Silently, the boy looked through their small camp, finding mostly only cigarettes and alcohol. Then, leaned against the alleyway wall, was a black briefcase, partially flecked with blood. The boy picked it up and opened it. He smiled as he saw what was inside and left the scene, taking the briefcase with him.

The way he walked, one hand firmly holding the briefcase, and the other in his pocket – only leaving it to check his watch at various times – and how he firmly set each foot down as he walked, not losing his balance once despite the heavy coat of snow on the ground. anyone could think that he was someone of great power.

The boy continued walking down the street to the more edgy part of the city. There were more people lurking in the streets here, and the smell of alcohol reeked in the air. He crossed streets and crosswalks until he came to a dark alley. A dark staircase led to a black painted door that read, Black Roses. The boy walked down the stairs, and pulled out a key. The key fit perfectly into the door handle.

He opened the door to reveal a dark gray hall with black crests lining the ceilings. Small, dimly lit lamps lined the walls. The floor was black marble tile that seemingly must have been polished for hours, as it reflected anything before it. The boy continued to stride down the hall until he came to another door. He knocked in a specific pattern and waited. Soon the door opened, revealing a man with glasses and black, neat hair.

"Boss, you're late again!" He exclaimed, chopping the air with his hand. Then, seeing blood on the boy's clothes, he asked, "Did you get into a fight?"

"Ah," The boy replied. "I did have a little inconvenience, but it's all sorted out now."

"Just try to be on time." Another boy with half white and half red hair said.

"Yes... we were worried about you." a girl with brown hair and flushed cheeks agreed.

The boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and looked at the time. "Only fifteen minutes late!" he replied, smiling as he walked past them into the people-filled room, taking his seat at the end of a large, centered table. The other people sitting at the table seemed to be the most important of the group. The two boys and the girl from earlier, a girl with dark green hair that looked like a frog, a girl with black hair in a high ponytail, and guy with the head of a bird, a girl with pink hair and skin, and a boy with extremely shiny blonde hair and a large strap around his stomach (yes, Aoyama is in this story) the rest of them, maybe about forty individuals in all, stood around the table since there was only ten seats.

"So..." The boy said, eying the crowd around them. "As you all know, our rival group has been reckless lately. They've killed two of our members, and captured five. I've called this meeting because we are going to ambush them and make sure every last one of them is dead. Of course, we need a plan..." The boy put the briefcase on the table. "...Which is why I got these." He opened the case to reveal a concoction of different gadgets and devices.

"These are quirk stopping and paralyzing devices...What exactly is your plan?" The boy with half red and half white hair asked.

The boy smiled. "This is for our bait."

Prologue finished! Thank you to all who read this, I hope you guys enjoyed! Feel free to comment if you like!! If you want a song to read this ff to there's one called Hope in the dark by luxiem. Idk, but for some reason it gives me extreme mafia vibes, or maybe it's just me lol 💀.