You are shade, a 16-year-old female.
You have the quirk to summon and manipulate the shadows, but you can only control the shadows for a limited amount of time, which is usually 15 minutes. (You can increase this by training.)
You've never liked heroes, mainly because they get in your way. You've grown to despise them so much that you don't mind getting your hands dirtied to make them... disappear.
You are sitting in your makeshift hideout in a rundown warehouse whenever you hear the sound of distant voices and you immediately perk up.
"The police are coming! They're here!"
A young man with short blonde hair runs into the room, panting heavily. He looks like he's about your age, though his eyes are wide with fear.
"What?! How did they find us?!" The man next to him asks, looking around frantically as well.
He turns back to you, holding a small radio in his hand. "They found us, but I think we can still escape."
You sit up from your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jim, the leader of our group. And you must be..."
Jim stops midsentence, looking at you curiously. "...Shade? Who are you?"
You tilt your head to the