"Hey, kid. Wanna join the secret service?"

You paused for a second before you could even take a bite of the bread you are currently holding between your dirty hands. It's your first meal of the week and by Gods! The first-ever proper meal you're going to have! For this lady to ruin your dinner, by saying something ridiculous- is she for real?!

Your head whipped at your side where you can see a challenging grin on her face. She looked at you as if you are the most interesting thing that had happened.

"Haaah???!!!" You scowled at her. Hissing at the thought of working beneath the witch infront of you. " The fuck are you suggesting?! I ain't gonna be your fucking mutt!" You hissed and grumbled then took an angry bite at the soft and fluffy bread.

"Language brat."

"Fuck off."

"Hmm. As I was saying, I want to take you under my wing. I want to train you as an 'Operator'. As my protege." She crossed her legs and looked down at your dirty form dressed in rags. " So brat. Wanna leave this dump and start working with the Government. "

"I'm a fucking minor!"

" I've handled brats like your age. They died."

"Fuck you! You just wanted to kill me!"

"They are weak. Too weak for my 'Training'."

"Then I will surely die! I'm quirkless!". You hissed passionately as the woman's impression on you darkens. You don't get what this lady's fixation on you but your guts say its a bad idea to stick to her. The fuck is she following you anyway? You're nothing but an orphan living like a street rat stealing money and food from civilians. You have both Heroes and criminals on your tail. Your life is in constant danger and this Witch infront of you who keeps following you, sending men to capture you, is deadset on cuffing your hands to become her property.

The woman's brow arched as if she was amused by your bark. Her lips began to curve upwards as madness began to show in her eyes like a glint of red. Holy shit the woman is crazy! You have to mentally and physically stop yourself from flinching.

" the hell you fucker looking at?" You could mentally feel her eyes on you as you try to scoot away from the lunatic.

The woman laughed darkly beneath her breath as her hands crossed over her chin while leaning on her legs. " So you meant to say is that a quirkless little brat like yourself took down my men, 20 Licensed 'Operators' in combat with nothing but a dull knife, killing them mercilessly like an experienced assassin, in a span of a week with heroes, cops, and criminals on your feet leading you to where you are right now, eating a piece of bread you have stolen from a bakery, sitting above a corpse of one of my bodyguards."

" Annoying Bitch. So you're the one sending these pests at me. Fucker! I didn't get even a wink of sleep!" You tore another bite of the bread in your hands as the woman acknowledge the mess you have made.

The smell of blood and pieces of guts scattered in an area where both of you are making the conversation. 5 ridiculously large men lying on the floor with their faces stuck in horror as their last projection of emotion before they died in your hands. The bloody dull knife left all forgotten half-buried inside a neck of a man you made as a makeshift chair to eat your bread.

"Ahh... I miscounted. 25."

Your eyebrow twitched as you throw the last piece of bread inside your mouth. "The answer is no."

" Then we would have a problem. I already sent a tip to an underground hero named 'Eraserhead' over a minute ago. He should arrive here by now within a minute."

"You set me off!"

"No, I didn't. I merely... Cut you off a choice. Be my apprentice or suffer in a closed 4-walled room, kid. "

"Shit!!!" You cursed as you heard footsteps outside the abandoned factory you are in. No doubt its that another pesky stalker you have. Eraserhead. The damn old man always sniffing for your tracks, eager to catch you day or night. You ignored the woman in front of you and jumped down from the pile of fresh corpses. You have to get away! NOW!!

"Not so fast."

"OOF-!!!" You something grabbed you before you could even register her movement. Your eyes widen as the thought of something faster, more sinister is currently pinning you down to the ground. She kicked your knife away and twisted your arm behind your little body. You could feel the cracking of your bones making you wince every time she tries to twist your arm even more. "Get off!!!"

"No. You are coming with me. Whether you like or not." There was a hint of warning on her voice that makes your spine chill. This... Bitch!!!

"Get off me!! I don't even know you until you and your men attacked me! What is it that you really want with me?!!"

"You." You stopped struggling against her as she twisted your arm again making you shriek in pain. " I am interested in you. Clearly, you have no one else but yourself to look out for which makes it easier for me. You call this dump your home, I can give you a future where you can thrive fully. "

"Future?! That's a joke! There is no future for quirkless like me!!!" The world treated us as if we don't exist anymore! My parents... They-!!" Your eyes began to prickle with tears as the last memory you have of your mother's hesitating figure as she tries to kill you because of your status as quirkless. "They don't... Want me."

You slumped on the bloody floor feeling foreign blood seeping into your thin layer of cloth. It smells, it disgusts you, it annoys you how you have to live like this because you have no quirk.

"I hate this world."

"Then show them what you can do like what you showed me. Child, I saw great potential in you. I am not blind, I can see you."

This time you can feel your tears pooling on the floor. It won't stop. You can't stop crying as an overwhelming feeling invaded you as she said the words you've been dying to hear.

'Someone finally sees me' a thought ringing inside your head.

"Let me guide you on how to show them what you're capable of. Because child, quirkless or not, you are Special."

No... No... Don't give in... She's fooling you... But you're so tired of running. You wished to die but every day you struggle to keep yourself alive. Its only a matter of time before someone captures you or kills you. People's grudges run deeper after all.

"So what do you say brat? Suffer in the hands of your captors, or become an 'Operator' under my orders to show them your worth?"

The footsteps are getting nearer and nearer. Eraserhead had entered the building and is about to enter the floor where both of you are resentful. Your head shook sideways as you began to whimper in fear, resentment, helplessness, denial.

'ahh... This is wrong. Fight! Get out!'

"Well?" There is something in her tone that's suggesting she's toying with you and your emotions. It gave you a tick of annoyance and anger but as the footsteps of the underground hero keep getting closer, you heavily swallowed and gave up. Better accept than to rot in jail.

"...fine."

You could feel the radiating cynical smile the lady is making before all of a sudden you felt a heavy hit behind your neck and your world grew dark. Seconds later, Underground hero, Eraserhead paused in his feet with wide eyes like saucers as he tries to process the scene before him.

There was a fight that happened in here. 5 men lying on the ground with their own pool of blood. He doesn't want to describe the horror as the place looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. He'll look at the identities of the corpses later. He needed to find 'her'. Anxiously, he walked a bit more fully alert only to see a huge smudge of blood on the floor as if something landed next to a pool of blood and dragged it across the dirty concrete.

He looked around, crimson eyes narrowed dangerously with his hair dancing in the air in his back. Something is not right... From the very big drag stain, there is a body missing in the crime scene.

Eraserhead clicked his tongue and dug out his phone pressing a phone number he needed to call. As the line kept ringing, his mind wandered to the 'tip' he anonymously received.

'Red Riding Hood' is supposed to be here. A vigilant child he's been tracking for almost a year is missing in the crime scene. The tip told him the child is currently staying in an old abandoned factory outside the borders of Masutafu City. 'Red' is nowhere to be found. Aizawa could feel a headache already coming.

He needed the find the problem child and keep the brat safe from a vigilante life. Probably knock a sense or two in her head in the process to turn her common sense around before she becomes a villain.

Dammit!! He's so close to saving her!

Hey, the author here! thanks for reading the prologue. If you haven't noticed, this is kinda one of those insert reader fics.I'm experimenting on this type of idea about having you as a reader trained to be a government assassin.Anyways, leave a review on what you think! Deeply Appreciated!Thank you!