The Only Color I See, is Red.

All she wanted to do, was to be useful, to do something with her life. She was just skating by at UA. A top student on her grades alone, but her quirk seemed so useless compared to everyone else. Grades weren't enough to be a hero, and with how her life was going, she felt like it was going to be easier to just fight crime on her own, rather than to go to school and get her license after a few years. No, she needed was to find someone, anyone committing crimes. That was her first way to get herself out there, to either meet a real hero, or to fight a real villain. That's all she needed right? Then she'd be a real vigilante. Right?

She sat down, placing her bag onto the seat beside her, the top still not completely closed. The bone figures her sister made, peeking from the loose flap of the bag, the head of her favorite hero popped out. The chef would hand her the bowl, and Levi would take the warm broth, setting it in front of her. She would grin, making the most of the cash on hand. She could have probably taken a taxi back home, but trying to explain to a cabby she LIVED at the nightclub, and why someone so young was allowed in, wasn't going to be something she wanted to do. For now she would enjoy her broth. She would lift her noodles with her chopsticks, and take her bag and set it on the table rather than the seat. With the sudden movement, the figure would fall out of the bag, and onto the ground. Levi would freeze, watching it hit the ground and break.

It's not like it was that big of a deal, right?

Goddammit.

She turned to her side to reach down to the figure. Her fingers touching the soft and cold plastic. But it didn't really feel all that much like plastic the more she thought about it. Vinyl maybe? Levi wouldn't know it was made from bone, even if it was pretty obvious. But picking up the pieces, she would find a woman making a scene, only to kick the door open. She pointed a finger at the chef, only to demand a free bowl. Leviathan shrugged with a smile, shaking her head as she took the figure back to her self.

A few of the people in the shop let out a small yelp at the sudden burst, but only Levi braved her words. "Uhm, alright." She would say with a shrug, placing her figure of G-Force beside her bowl, taking out the notebook and other little figures from her bag, a single item at a time. She wasn't slow, but it was pretty obvious she was wasting some time. "I guess we gotta do what the lady says." Levi would say, lifting her bag up to the chef, a smile on the girl's face as she looked at him. She shook the bag, as if demanding money.

"At least she doesn't have a gun, right?" She would say jokingly, bouncing the bag again. The chef would begin to reach around his counter for all of the change and money left to him, only to peer into the bag when he put the money inside. A single bone blade rested inside. He was not a hero, and with his insurance from the corporation, he figured it smarter to make the claim, than to fight the girl herself. Who knows what kind of quirk she had, if she had one. He didn't want to die finding out.

He would nod no to Levi, only for the girl to sigh. "Well, then I hope you can trust I'll bring it back after." she would say softly to him. Hopefully the girl didn't have super hearing.

She had to do something, anything. It might not have been that big of a deal, but to her, it seemed like quite the place to make her debut. But what could she possibly do? Taking the bag back into her hands, she had it filled with money, covering the blade. The chef would nod in disagreement with Levi's suggestion, only to be stuck with her own choice. Levi had to do something...

"I'm trying to help you." She would say, setting the bag on the counter, throwing a glare at the woman. "Or do you really want our chef to tell the police about us?" Us. Us. It was the only plan. She lifted the bag, and slung it over her back, wearing it. Levi would take a step away from the counter, not changing the distance between the woman and herself.

"Plus, don't you want your bowl of ramen?" She would ask, only with G on her mind. Surely he would come rescue her. She had to stall, she needed to do everything she could to keep this one villain at bay. She had to think of any and all plans.

For now, she would pretend to be on her side, but would it work? Could it work? Surely Levi was convincing, right? ". . . I have a secret place not far from here, unless you plan to silence the witnesses." she would turn away, looking around the room at everyone there. Turning her head away from Meiko, she mouthed words to another customer. "Call for help." she would hint, hiding her face from her, only to face her after.

"I can give people powers with my quirk, so we should be fine." she would say, speaking far more than Meiko probably wanted. "Whaddaya say, partner?"

A refuge from their homeland. The daughter of two people who fled the country to escape a small, and what was believed to be an isolated incident. Perhaps gang related, or maybe political, or some other local threat that was too much to handle. It was a threat that made them believe they needed to leave the country, rather than to move to another part of the same land. Levi held a quirk, her parent's knew it. Maybe they were after her quirk, or maybe they too had quirks. After all, coming to Japan, the central hub of quirk research and use, could only explain so much. Were they trying to better their lives, or give their child the best they could? It wasn't like Korea was in the stone age.

But they died. Levi clung to their cold and dead bodies. Her mind fixating on the fact that if things were cold, it was love. To chill, to freeze, that was what love was. But to be greeted by a cloaked man at the promise of a second chance would only set her forward, to a new path. But was this choice what she wanted? Or had she simply made the most out of the cards she was dealt? She learned he was nothing more than the sole owner of a brothel, and himself, housed a dangerous quirk in the wrong hands. But that was what all quirks were. They were all dangerous. Wasn't that why she wanted to go to Yuuei?

But she did. She was there. She fell in love. She met her sibling. She had a niece. Then she had it all engulfed in flames. her adoptive father passed, her sisters all slain. That was, all but one. And Levi knew it was she that had started the flame. And not soon after, the boy she loved, broke her heart. But she held no ill will. She didn't hate him. She didn't wish evil upon him. She was taught that a heart of love would carry her further than a heart full of sorrow and hate. She would smile, even when it hurt the most. That was her legacy. But was that the story Leviathan wanted?

"You're gonna take me." Levi would tell the woman. "You might have a mask, no one here will be able to identify you. But you won't get far. I know a place you can hide. I'll take you there, you can have all of your money, but in exchange, I want you to teach me how to be a real villain." levi would tell her, holding onto the straps of the bag that now hung over her back. She glanced over at the figure.

"Genzu. What would Genzu do." she thought to herself. "What would Kasey do. What would Army of One do?" She looked up at the woman, a smile on her face. "They would stare at the face of evil, and proclaim; I AM HERE, AND I WILL STOP YOU!"

And she was prepared to play her part.

Levi might have been a nobody to these people, but most of them were catching on to what she was doing, even if the masked villain didn't. For now, they were stalling, only a matter of time before authorities arrived. The longer she focused on Levi, the less she could pay attention to the chef who was trying to use his phone, or the others who were looking at each other, exchanging glances. They weren't being robbed, the store was. There was no reason to fight back, not yet. The shop was insured, right?

But to kill a man with her quirk? That would be difficult, that was, if she knew what her quirk was. But all she needed was to touch the old man, and if he played along, her quirk would be enough to play the feint. Walking up to the old man, Levi had to act quick and fluid. Any hesitation would probably set the woman off. She would reach out to the old man's neck, Levi's expression hidden to the woman, as Levi mouthed her next words. It's only temporary. she would say. Her quirk would release, and depression would flood the old man. His heart would slow, and he would feel lifeless. Levi herself would feel the same effects, but she was learning to hide her great cost. Letting go, the man would fall to the ground, knocking over his bowl onto the floor.

"Does this qualify me?" she asked, turning around with a smile. Even if she checked his heart, it would be either too faint, or too spaced out to really get a proper read. But the longer she could keep her act up, the more time she could stall until a hero arrived, right?

They were on the way... right?

Covering bases. That was the only logical reason anyone would kill someone as someone else killed them. But why ask to kill them in the first place, if you were gonna do it yourself? Levi had her doubts, and her questions, but it was not the time for that. Maybe she proved herself to the girl, and maybe not. Who was to say.

Watching her pull her blade from her own head, and harden it out of some aura, or energy, was strange to see, but at least Levi had an idea of her skills. It was a form of creation, like Kasey, but without the blood, and probably not as deadly to everyone else. That ruled out guns, and weapons that were multiple parts, surely. . . right? But she took the blade towards Levi, and she wasn't sure if to wound, or other means like taking the bag. Levi took a step back, keeping her distance from the woman. It was the only security she had, at least that's what she thought. She couldn't let her take it from her.

A dagger would be thrown, killing the chef, and leaving that bandit was seemed to be disarmed. But if she could create one, she could create more. Levi wasn't the type to test that. She would make her way out of the shop with the bag. If she was going to follow, she would be let right to the backdoor of the Pink Jackal. Surely Kasey would be one to help. It wasn't like she wouldn't help her sister.

Right?