A sigh escaped her lips as she perched from above the scene.

What she had just watched was an attempted robbery. Down below, a crook had broken into a small bank from the street across from the building she sat on. Although it was hard to distinguish much details from up fifteen floors above, she knew what was going on.

The robber was a forty-six year old man, with the quirk of retract. It was a simple quirk, allowing the user to forcibly be transported to where they were a minute ago, and in a crime like this, could be useful, that was if they could get that far in a minute, which she doubted, as the man could barely run a quarter of a mile without heaving and gasping out on his way to the bank.

Assuming the man had walked in with a gun or a weapon of somesort, he demanded money from the civilians. The civilians agreed in order to prevent any harm to be done upon them, and a few minutes later, the man walked out of the bank with a duffel bag, evidently stuffed with paper currency. Her eyes trailed the man below before a hero stopped the robber in his plans of escaping, appearing only a few feet behind. She recognized the hero as a local, newbie one, he called himself the T-rex, fitting the name of his quirk, which allowed the hero to possess some of the parts of the dinosaur. She wondered how a quirk like that was able to be formed as their traces of the dinosaurs had been long gone before it could have possibly mixed with the genetics of quirks, but she paid no mind to that, watching intently on the fighting scene below.

It was clear that the criminal would not be getting away in this fight, especially since his quirk was not one that could be used in combat, so he resorted to his last method of making his escape, using his quirk. However, he wasn't very far from the hero one minute ago, only appearing a few feet behind him. Realizing his mistake, the man started to run, but he was also losing in this aspect in this game of chase, as he was a chubby man that had no sense of exercise. His stamina had given in rather swiftly, and the hero was able to restrain and hold down the criminal just as the police had arrived.

As the criminal was taken away in a police cab, the observer stood up from her place, standing on the edge, as the cool night breeze swept through her body, gathering goosebumps from her skin. Her focus followed the car until it was out of her sight, then her eyes went back to the hero, who was happily informing the police on the recent crime that had just taken place. She groaned as the police thanked the hero, and the hero only waved off, she assumed that his reply was that there was no need to thank him, or something among that.

It was all pointless.

This system of villains and crooks versus these heros and rescuers.

The robber was a man who was struggling with the finances of supporting his family, having a wife and two sons the age of thirteen and twenty. He had recently lost his job due to a misunderstanding and was not able to receive another opportunity to gain currency for the funds of his children's schooling. His wife was already taking the whole day, coming home exhausted and stressed to sanity, while the man moped around everyday of a solution. Even with their sons also getting jobs, it wasn't enough, so the man went to his last resort of robbing a bank. He despised the option greatly, but he was desperate enough to execute the crime. However, being caught would make his family be charged, and they would end up bank-rupt, with no roofs to shelter them and no clothes on their backs as their stomachs are filled with the aching feeling of emptiness as they lived on the concrete streets Mustufa.

The hero T-rex was a hero that worked for the sake of money and fame, with an arrogance higher than the moon. He thought with his flashy quirk and his dinosaur-shaped head he would soon become the greatest hero. His belief was that the dinosaurs had ruled over the lands before and as the symbol of the extinct creatures, he would rule all when he would become the greatest hero. Not only that, he was a racist, being especially rough to the criminal then with other crooks. The hero was not a hero that was to be proud of, he should not be a hero at all.

But people are blind and turn their heads. They never wonder, and they never think. They are selfish, and useless, utterly useless.

Villains and heroes were two sides of the same coin.

Night time was just a daily event in which a new-rising celebrity is introduced to the show, before quickly being taken off once his or hers popularity had diminished. People lose interest and move on to loving another rising celebrity, hopping from one belief to another, their fickle minds never being able to decide on one thing. The heroes were just the all-time loved celebrities on the morning talk shows that nobody would miss their chances of watching.

Heroes and villains were just as human as she was.

She stared blankly at the wall as her 'upperclassmen' conversed between themselves.

There were thoughts that lingered around in there, thoughts that sent a dull ache to her chest that she didn't understand, wonderings of freedom, plans of escapage, dreams of a future, and the curiosity of what it was like to feel a sensation. She looked down at her palms, folding her fingers into a fist, but her face is discreet in displaying emotions. She unfolded her fingers, and repeated the actions multiple times, only to find there was no difference in the atmosphere around her. Slightly disappointed, she bonded and fiddled her hands in an attempt to receive something that would make her body churned and twist in an emotional way, or her body would produce or function in an irregular way to display sensibility.

She's heard from rumors that if salt water was formed from your eye sockets, then it was a sign of sorrowfulness.

If one's lips were curved in an evident way from both sides of the mouth, it meant the person was in the state of being showing pleasure or contentment. Happiness, that was what she recalled, was the word for said emotions.

She was taught that if one eyebrows were narrowed and titled down it was a symbol of anger. Anger by definition was 'a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.'

Her thoughts had silenced everything around her, the surrounding disappearing into the background of an art masterpiece. The rushing of such thoughts continued, as it led to her only being capable of hearing her own heartbeat.

The heart was the most puzzling way of showing such sensations. She did not understand the figurative meaning of 'to steal someone's heart.' She had never had an instance in which her heart raced, whether it was due to 'fear', 'excitement,' or, dare she say it, affection.

Those memories before were blurred and fuzzy, of when she was happy. She knew something made her break and fall, which led to this point in her life, where she was just an empty shell unable to contain morals or emotions.

All she could remember was just a part of the name that she held dear to her. That name was disoriented from the number times she had tried grabbing that memory, pulled and molded to something else each time. It has been a long time since she tried to recall it again.

But something at the remembrance made her slightly frown, as her chest began to ache with a dull pain. She assumed it was the allergies at work or some improperly healed scar causing this. She refused to identify if it was an emotion, as shown from multiple examples, the wrong feelings were the downfall.

Like a mindless scholar, she understood the concept, but could never really apply the material to an aspect of her life. She knew the concepts before, but she couldn't remember the time when she was very well familiar with material such as this. However, that phase appeared, and she had forgotten everything once she had recovered from it.

Even though she resented the thought of receiving these emotions, she was wrongfully tempted in trying to restore the life she had back then. The life, no less than fifteen years ago, she had in which she knew she had so many complexes and a variety of emotions. But for now, she wasn't allowed to explore that yet.

Maybe one day, she will make her own pulse drum rapidly.