My name is Atlas, long story short I had died and was reborn into world a bit similar to Earth. Pretty cliche am I right? There's really nothing you need to know about my old life, I was a normal highschool girl who loves anime and video games.

But, you all don't want to here about that do you? No, I didn't think so. Let's just get on with the story shall we?

After I died in a car accident was reborn intoa world full of superheroes and villains from the comics, but in this world, most of the so called heroes only care about themselves. In this world us humans have evolved and gained supernatural abilities called "Gifts" not everyone has them, about 85% of the human population have a gift.

In this world, heroes can get away with just about anything, my older sister in this world, Irene told me that it wasn't like it used to be. Before the great war, the Hero clan was kind of like the avengers and the justice league combined in a way. But after the war between the Hero clan and villains, the old heroes retired and unknowingly left the fate of the world in the hands of fakes, not all of them are fakes... just the majority. And my birth mother in this world is one of them. She was supposedly a really famous hero but, my older sister and I don't know which one.

Our mother left shortly after I was born, and Irene could never saw what she looked like or knew what her name was, the only thing our father told us about her was that I looked like an exact copy of her except for our eyes. There were no pictures of her around the house, my father never blamed us for our mother walking out on us. He tried the best he could to raise us and give Irene and I the love that we needed.

By time my sister was twenty and I was seven when our father passed away, Irene had took me in so I lived with her for awhile in her apartment. She worked for one of the divisons of the Hero clan, we lived peacefully for the next few months until one day... everything changed.

In the Hero clan, heroes only follow one rule. If there's a choice between saving one person versus saving many people, one must always choose to save the latter.

But one day after the war, this rule became twisted. And slowly it became the sacrifice of one to save many. Heroes never had to face the consequences for the destruction they've caused or the lives that were lost, saying that "It was for the greater good."

Those who were no different than Villains themselves.... All wore the mask of 'Heroes.'