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The sigh that came from the Care Office when the entire facility was shrouded in black fog could be heard from blocks away.
"What time is it this time?" A weary woman asked.
"Just a little past 1 o'clock," came the tired answer.
Another sigh passed around the room as beds creaked from their occupants leaving. An older woman held out her hand and a small light illuminated the room. There was around 10 people in the room and 3 more already out the door.
"Jirara what does it look like?" The older woman let the light grow slightly larger and started to walk towards the door.
"I think she's having another fit, Ejima. Looks like you need to get up," Ejima groaned in harmony with his bed springs as he got to his feet and rubbed his eyes.
"Well, let's go I guess," his voice was still husky with sleep, but his brown eyes were strangely alert and awake. His quirk, Deactivate, was quite useful at the orphanage, however it had its drawbacks. He could stop quirks from being active, however themore often that he used it on one person's quirk, the less effective it became. Because of this he was only called in for large fights or outbursts, however, since the girl had arrived in their care, he had been called on to use his quirk every single night. It was only the seventh night, but already the time he could hold her quirk back had been halved, if she stayed much longer, they would have to take more drastic measures.
The two continued on their way towards the girl's room in silence. Already, the dark fog had thickened to the point of Jirara having to increase her light to illuminate a large room. However, the pair could hardly see the steps in front of them when scream ricocheted through the hallway, as the darkness started to solidify. With a shared glance, Jirara and Ejima broke into a run towards the girl's room.
The nametag 'Yukina Ana' was plastered on door that was illuminated by a strange blue light from the inside. Within seconds, Ejima had broken down the door and barreled through the flames to reach the girl's side. The moment he let his hand rest on her tangled form, the flames were abruptly extinguished, and the darkness suddenly lifted.
Burn marks stained the walls and the door of the room. Ana was entangled with what remained of her sheets in the middle of her bed. A bead of sweat rolled down her face as she gasped for breath. The silence that met them within a matter of minutes seemed to scream with tension and exhaustion.
Ejima was trembling with exhaustion by the time that the young girl's breathing pattern returned to normal. He cautiously removed his hand from her scarred arm and began to back away. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of life she had lived for her to be in this condition. Although he himself was just beginning his 30's, he felt as if he was older, much older than the time before he met Ana.
She had mysteriously shown up on their doorstep only a week ago. All she had with her were the clothes on her back and the address of the Orphanage scrawled on the back of a napkin. Authorities were called, but they weren't able to gather much information. She knew her name was Yukina Ana but she did not know how she had ended up there. No, she had no knowledge of having a quirk. One of the most troubling answers was when she was asked about her parents. In response to being asked if she knew where her mother or father was, she simply tilted her head in confusion and softly asked: "What are those?"
It was plainly obvious that she had been a victim of abuse, but no one could do anything about any of it. She wasn't able to remember anything of her past, nor did she seem to have any desire to. She did not enjoy seeing the scars that covered her body. There were cuts, burns, places where skin had been taken off and places where it had been grafted back on. Her back was riddled with gashes and scars all in various stages of healing; her finger tips so burnt that she hardly had any remainder of a fingerprint.
And yet she still carried on as if her state was something normal.
"I'll start to write more letters of appeal. If we can just find someone to foster her just until we can find her a family..." The stress in Jirara's voice was thinly veiled by nights of exhaustion.
It was then that another scream ripped through the night and an explosion of blue flames followed.
