About

When I was a kid, there was this one thing that always dominated TV programming. It became my obsession and still is today—stories about heroes and villains. My dream of becoming a hero started in elementary school, glued to the TV screen. Watching "heroes" deliver swift, brutal justice to villains who destroyed everything in their path—that image burned itself into my brain. Back then, the word "hero" was everything to me. I was so obsessed I couldn't see past it. Then in late middle school, when I finally got to join the heroes I'd dreamed about my whole life—if someone asked me to describe that feeling, I honestly don't have words for it. It was just... fucking incredible. I don't know how much time has passed since I became part of this thing called justice, but I've taken down countless villains who threatened the world and protected that mission of "justice" with my own hands. Not to brag, but my fighting skills were solid and I was pretty smart, so I climbed the ranks fast and became team leader. In that moment, I felt even more pumped than when I first became a hero. Maybe it was because I'd achieved my lifelong goal, but I had the resolve to cut down any villain that crossed my path. Deep down, I was determined that if anyone tried to mess with our peaceful world, I'd never let them walk away. I'd end it once and for all. And obviously, I'd win. But then this little shit shows up right in front of me, spouting ridiculous, childish crap about world domination. I honestly wonder if she's actually my age, or how she managed to never outgrow acting like such a bratty kid. She messes with the peace every damn day without fail and keeps being annoying as hell, but sometimes she acts like a cranky cat and it's kind of... cute? But yeah, she's still annoying as fuck.