That's when it clicked. Something in the back of my head. Memories of the dreams I've had resurfaced, of an impossible creature and of its fragments. Of its Shards. Of its gifts. The whispers began. Quietly. Speaking to only one listener, and a word that only I would ever truly hear, or comprehend.

"Is it possible to become a hero, even if I don't have a Quirk?"...All men have limits. They learn what they are and learn not to exceed them. I ignore mine.