Several men stormed into the warehouse and surrounded the two small children. A man laid dead on the ground ripped to shreds by his own blood from the inside out. It wasn't something a quirkless person could do it could have only been done by a quirk, one that neither of the children had, one that belonged to the corpse on the floor drenched in red.

The men ran towards the boy still holding on to the girl in his arms. One by one they felt something disappear from inside them forming a kind of emptiness in their hearts. That something was practically pulled out of them towards the direction of the boy who just stood their glaring them down but otherwise doing nothing. They were confused and hated the feeling that was now left inside them, they felt afraid like this wasn't who they were, like they had lost a part of their identity. It made no sense but the only thing they could think of was the quirkless boy who wasn't so quirkless after all. They aimed at him all activating their quirks only to realise what that emptiness really was. They had lost their quirks, it wasn't even temporarily or blocked off it was gone, permanently gone. They had lost their identities and in the blink of an eye they had lost their lives as well.

That wasn't the end of it though, just before their quirks were taken one of the men had somehow gotten to the girl, burning off her collar and some of her skin with it. She let out a scream she had been holding in since the beginning but no one would had heard it over their new predicaments, no one except the quirkless boy who's anger only rose. They all died, blood rained down drenching the two children and scarring the girl for life or as much of it she had left. 

The girl tried to squirm out of the boys grip but he wouldn't let go so she did the only other thing she could think of, she bit him. Instinctively the boy let go and that was a mistake he would live to regret. More men ran into the warehouse till they were once again surrounded, the only problem now being the girl was completely vulnerable and desperate times call for desperate measures so terrified and not in a stable state the girl let off her quirk.

Her hair rose up and illuminated the dark warehouse. Her blond hair grew brighter and brighter till it lit the room up like the sun, but just like the sun it also burns. Desperate and in a panic her hair continued to grow in brightness and in heat, everyone in the room was blinded and was unable to see but that didn't stop the girl from getting stabbed in the back. 

Her hair started to dim and she started to fall, the little boy felt the heat decrease but was still unable to see, he called out to the girl worried but didn't hear an answer, it's not like the dead could talk. The little girl lay on the floor surrounded by blood that was likely not hers, she wasn't entirely dead yet but she knew she would be, she desperately wanted to call out to the boy to tell him that everything would be okay but deep down she despised the boy, blamed him for all that was currently happening. If he had just let her go peacefully she wouldn't be on the floor dying yet he was still calling out her name, looking for her. It got her mad and brought out her bitter personality.

"I will always be with you-" She said the bitterness evident in her voice, her final words went unsaid because they both knew exactly what she meant. She would always be there not to protect him but to haunt him for as long as he lives.

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His eyes went back to normal and the aftermath of the scene became clearer. The boy didn't know when he had killed the second wave of men but it didn't matter to him. He bent down, scooped up some blood left lying on the floor onto his hand and he walked over to the middle of the room. In bold letters he wrote, KARMA.

wiping his hands he made his way to a little shed that stood next to the warehouse and went inside. Inside was filled with drawers all containing files on all the children who had been bought and sold. Looking for the draw containing the children he was trapped with he took them out and looked through them. On each it said their names and basic information about the child, it also contained the information on all the buyers and where the children had been sent. He continued to look through them till eventually he came to a name he recognised. Akira Taiyo, he looked through a desk for a pen then he proceeded to write in the top corner of the page DEAD. 

He continued to look through the files before he finally got to himself and took it out, he slipped it up his shirt and took the rest of the files out of the drawer. He looked for a phone and called the police letting them know about a mass murder, he took over the files and dropped them near the words on the floor in an area with no blood. Satisfied the boy made his way out the warehouse to wherever his feet would take him, it wasn't like he had anyone waiting for him at home.

The kid found it funny how at the start of this he was just a little quirkless boy who sat in the corner of the room trying to make his presence unknown, but now he was in the center of it all, the reason for all those deaths. He was no longer quirkless and definitely no longer a little kid, atleast not mentally.