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New York, USA, 6 years before main storyline
You looked up at the slowly brightening sky.
Six minutes
You thought, before pulling your hood over up your head, and continuing your walk back to the shelter. It was only when the dilapidated building came into view, that you remembered to wipe the dried blood from your lips and chin before continuing into the compound, waving briefly at the other homeless people who lived there. They couldn't know, they'd kick you out if they did, hell they'd turn you in if they knew what you did at night.
Every night, you'd roam the streets, watching for trouble. Some nights were quiet and calm, other nights like tonight were a little messy. You had stumbled upon the mugging of a local drunkard in a dark alleyway and took it upon yourself to help. With your quirk, you were faster and stronger than most people, and tackled the would be mugger onto the ground, long fangs digging into his throat as he struggled in your grip, the drunk crying out in horror and running off. You drank until the man stilled, his heartbeat but a murmur and dragged his body to the edge of the alley for someone to find later. That was your first meal of the night. There were some more problems throughout the night, some chick trying to break into a store and a creep trying to sneak into someone's house. All were dealt with the same way, with the perpetrators left out to be found in the morning, unconscious and drained of blood.
You wouldn't call yourself a vigilante or anything, just someone trying to eat. But that didn't stop the news articles from writing story after story of the mysterious attacks on these otherwise innocent people. Thanks to your quirk, they had no pictures of you or any knowledge of how you looked but that meant there was a hunt for any info on you or your whereabouts.
I need to find a new place.
You think as you walk inside the building, and head straight for your room, more than tired from the night. Just as you were about to grab the doorknob, someone called out to you. It was a volunteer, waving you down, "Hey! We just finished cooking up breakfast, come eat." She smiled, concern lacing her face, "No thanks, I'm good. I just want to take a nap." Was your tired reply, same as always, "Are you sure? You've been here for a few months but none of us have ever seen you at mealtime, some of us are getting worried about you." She pushed, her eyes pleading. "Emily, really, I'm alright. I got some food from an old friend, he runs a diner around here." You lied, smiling softly. She sighed, "Alright, but I want to see you at dinner, we're having grilled cheeses and tomato soup." She stated, pointing a finger at your nose in a jokingly serious tone, a smile growing on her lips. You chuckled and nodded, before heading into your room and sighing when the door shut behind you. "Yeah, definitely need to leave soon." You grumble, flopping onto the cot in the corner of your small room. You'll pack your bag later, right now, you need a nap.