The rooftop breeze carries the distant sounds of the city below. I lean against the rusted wire barrier separating me from a four-story drop, the metal groaning under my weight. Just yesterday, this same barrier gave way and sent me plummeting—triggering something ancient and powerful within me.

The Dying Will Flame burns faintly in my palm, casting amber light against my bandaged skin. Hyper Intuition screams warnings about danger in the area, but for once, I'm trying to ignore it. I just want to be normal.

A commotion from the street interrupts my thoughts. Through the haze of my sensory overload, I make out the distinctive form of a villain with a sludge-like body attacking someone. My blood runs cold when I recognize the victim.

Bakugou Katsuki.

My former friend—now tormentor—struggles as the sludge villain tries to force its way into his mouth and nostrils. Heroes are nearby but hesitating, their Quirks ineffective against this particular threat.

Part of me wants to walk away. Let karma take its course. Let Bakugou learn what it feels like to be helpless.

But another part—something ancient and unyielding—refuses to stand by. The same part that made Giotto accept the Vongola Ring, that made Tsuna protect his friends against all odds.

The flame in my hand flares brighter, responding to my conflicted emotions. The decision hangs in the air, heavier than the gravity pulling at my body.

Will I embrace the power that wants to protect, or finally achieve the normal life I've dreamed of?