She was just a little girl. A girl who could not speak, walk, or understand. She was just a child, a helpless child. How could it be that even in the first days of her life she was seen as a mistake, a misunderstanding, and the spawn of the 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟...? She just wanted some love and help. In a world full of heroes around every corner and bend, is it really that hard? Did none of them really notice how she slowly died of despair all those years, how she cried for help with tears streaming down on her cheeks, and how her battered body ran for help so many times? Or did they notice but refuse to believe such a horrible appearance of a small child? The girl never found out. She was forced to, live with not knowing why no one responded and took her in their arms and told her everything would be okay and it would be over soon. In time... She was raised to be a machine. A killing machine. A machine that everyone feared, that ran away and begged for mercy. But where were they when she begged? 𝗛𝗘 was the one who helped her, he was the one who saved her and took pity on her. She was everything he wanted from her. She would do anything for him. He was the only one who took pity on her and held her in his arms, the one she dreamed about so much and snuggled into her pillow at night. If he wanted her to become a killing machine and help eliminate heroes, why would not she agree? One thing she has sworn to herself. She will defeat them. She will kill them, torture them and eliminate them down to the last one. She will do everything she can to make them regret that no one helped her. She will show them all who the real number one is. Even if she loses everything in the process. And no matter what happens, despite everything, she will make them 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗧. Because she was just a little girl...