Death wasn't something that Y/N was afraid of. No, she greeted death with wide, welcoming, open arms, carrying the casserole when she would be giving it to her new next door neighbor, Death himself. No matter how she might die, she wasn't afraid, whether that was from burning alive, drowning, being torn limb-by-limb, she believed that she would find anything more enjoyable in her life. After all, the only thing listed on her bucket list before she died was to well...

Dying.

Because she had no purpose, other than dying of course. She would meet her slow and inevitable, very painful death, soon enough, not even being able to see her thirties before dying. What point was there when nothing would last for long? Nothing seemed worth long lasting, and it wasn't like she would have much of a life anyways, no matter how hard she tried to escape the chains from her past, from her parents, from who she was supposed to be and what she was 'created' for. Not even born as, because she wasn't treated like a living being at all. She was just a toy, an expense, a tool and pawn for both of her parents as she was trained and forced to do their dirty work. The amount of blood on her hands, the things she did with her own fingers... she had done too much and many, growing numb to the few feelings she had developed.

Who cared if she died? No one has ever shown an ounce of affection or even pity for her, she wasn't spared anything, left with no mercy, left with nobody to care for her, she had grown to be independent and obedient, even thought she was perfectly fit to go her own ways. Except she couldn't- not like there would be any reason she would have to anyways. Again, nothing lasted long, so what was the point of trying to enjoy a life that she couldn't even enjoy to the fullest? Why should she reach for something she knew she couldn't touch?

Striving for happiness? That only happened in stories she had as a child, having friends, companions, any person giving her any compassion? That was unheard of for her, only being able to piece and imagine it from the few texts she had of it. Why was it fair that all of these stories with these characters had all of these happy endings, while she was stuck, destined to have a villain's ending where they were defeated and left to rot in jail, or was killed by the hero? Yet, she knew she couldn't question it, after all, that was just how it was in her life, how her life and plan was set up.

She was born with a curse- her family. Her mother and father were one of the most villainous monsters to have ever been imagined, comparable to the mythical All For One, the most powerful villain that was hidden and some said that he was still alive. Her mother and father craved death and money, whatever it took. They wanted to absolutely destroy the Hero Society just for the pleasure of it, and she just so happened to have been built for this very purpose. She was sent out for all the jobs her parents couldn't do, what was worse was that she was Quirkless, to her controllers' displeasement. Her mother had a very lethal quirk and a nickname coupled with it, her quirk, Disease, her mother was known as the Silent Killer. She was able to create man-made viruses and transfer it to people, the effect irreversible unless she would be willing to, able to murder left and right for her very enjoyment when she wanted to. Her father had a simpler quirk, Chains, as he was able to have chains erupt from the ground, those chains being made of whatever material said chain came out of. Together, they were able to create the most powerful gang in Japan, and possibly, the entire world, and she was merely just a means to help them further achieve their goal.

She stood still as she watched overguard of the warehouse, as another rival villain gang and one of the higher ups in her mother's gangs were negotiating for a temporary alliance. In case any heroes were to snoop around. She had spotted none so far as she stood nearby the closed entrance of the warehouse, taking note of the open windows.

Suddenly, she thought she saw a shadow move in front of her as her eyes flickered, her eyes catching a glimpse of a form crouched above her, behind the pipes, a flash of grey and yellow appear out of nowhere and shift out of sight. Someone who wasn't supposed to be here, was here.

She crept upstairs to gain better access to seeing the full figure, as she slowly circled around the building and made her way up to the second floor, sliding out of the cracked open window as she slowly approached the figure. She set her foot up against the wall and on top of a smaller tube, before lifting herself up onto it, her arms reaching upwards on a thicker pipe before she raised her upper body and swung her legs around it, clinging onto the pipe only. She shifted her body so she was no longer on the underside of the pipe, before getting up and balancing herself on the round tube, moving quietly along the maze of pipes connected to the ceiling.

The figure blended well with the shadows due to their clothing, however their scarf and goggles still remained to be visible. How had they not known of their existence or whereabouts yet, that confused the girl but she decided things like that weren't meant to be questioned.

She had concluded this was a hero, most likely an underground one as she hasn't ever seen this one over the one lesson her mother taught her about recognizing heroes and what strategies to use to beat them, however, this one wasn't familiar, so she was to assume they were an underground hero. Noble heroes that didn't care about the money, fame, or recognition. Either way, they were still heroes, an enemy to her parent's gang. Any of them were a threat. Although her mother had warned her of heroes and not to underestimate them, and this was her first time she had met one, she couldn't help but believe that this hero was completely occupied with his thoughts and observing by himself, eavesdropping and observing the discussion between the two rival villain organizations.

She quickly sheathed her sword as she then raised it, the butt of the handle being aimed for their head as she smacked him on the back of their skull, the body slumping over and nearly falling over due to their now unconscious state, thankfully, she had prevented that before the form could fall, as she then collected the body of the said hero.

Now to ponder on what she should do with the hero. Should she kill him now? She had observed that it was a male, with long black wavy locks, and yellow goggles over his eyes? Her fingers went over to his eyewear, raising them up slightly to meet the closed eyelids that belonged to someone who was incredibly tired, perhaps, too tired to even be a hero at all, with the eyebags under his eyes. Facial hair was dotted along his chin and just above his lips, as from this angle, it exposed some parts of his neck, which had small scars that ran down his front and then to the right.

He definitely had the looks of an underground hero. Y/N closed her eyes. An underground hero. Those heroes didn't really matter when it came to her mother's plans, which was to ruin the hero society. However, since underground heroes weren't like other heroes, whose death would be broadcasted outwards to the world as they cherish and remember a fallen hero, an underground hero wouldn't have the same effect, due to not being as well known. There was no point in extra work at killing him. Perhaps she could extract information from him about the heroes or Hero Commission, give out any useful information for them at all that they could use against the Hero Society in their plans. .

She would require advanced interrogation techniques even if she was to do that... that meant she had to kidnap him and secure him in a cell or place. Her mother would oppose that, but as long as she proved to be useful for her...

She might be freed in the end.