Days passed, and I adjusted to my new reality. My mask and knife weren't just for show. They had a purpose—a purpose beyond just intimidation or simple murder. There were quirks in this world, powers beyond comprehension, and I was going to need more than a knife to survive.
But it wasn't just my mask that had changed. My quirk, too, had a disturbing connection to the persona I had assumed. I had been granted a strange new ability that mirrored my Ghostface persona—Shifting Presence.
When I activated my quirk, I could blend into the environment, becoming practically invisible. Not quite like invisibility, but more like becoming a shadow—a whisper in the wind. I could move around undetected, stalk my target, and when I finally revealed myself, it was always when they least expected it. My quirk allowed me to amplify the terror of my presence, making it impossible for anyone to know where I was until it was too late.
I was still trying to figure out the limits of my abilities when I was enrolled at U.A. High School. A place where future heroes were trained.
And I, strangely, was a part of it now.
My classmates were a strange mix of enthusiastic future heroes and ordinary students, all trying to make their way through this world. I'd seen them—Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, and the rest of Class 1-A. They all had unique quirks, powers that could level buildings or alter the flow of time. And here I was, a ghost in the truest sense of the word, equipped with a mask and a knife, and a quirk that thrived in the shadows.
The first few days were uncomfortable. My classmates treated me like some kind of enigma. No one knew exactly what to make of me. I didn't belong here. I didn't fit in with their ideals of justice and heroism. I wasn't like them.
But I wasn't interested in becoming one of them. I wasn't interested in their ideals. I had my own agenda. I had my own path to walk.
And that path led to power.