The night club was very busy that night. Y/N was dancing around the crowd, lost in the music as sweaty bodies tried to get closer to her. She loved the feeling of loud music blocking out the noise and the darkness around her. A circle of girls who were enslaved just like her, surrounded her to keep her somewhat safe. They made it their mission to protect Y/N so she wouldn't be touched inappropriately.

They only had each other, and they grew up together for most of their lives. Creating a bond with one another like a family. Whenever someone would come too close to Y/N, the other women took over for her. Y/N was the youngest one out of all of them after all. They tried to keep her innocence as much as they could. These other girls who were kidnapped as children, grew into adulthood trapped in this place. Some of them were already in their late twenties and early thirties.

Since Y/Ns quirk could hypnotize people with her breath when releasing purple smoke and drug them with her sweat by releasing a pink smoke from her body, she was forced to be on the dance floor by Mama. The woman who owned all of them.

No one knew her real name.

Mama forced Y/N to use her quirk, and let her sweet aroma consume the people around her.

The target was to drug as many men as she could for the night.

This part of her quirk disgusted Y/N. Like a siren calling people to their death. The best way she could cope with it was to imagine she was dancing with her little brother in his room. Dancing to the 1950's music he loved so much.

"Y/N, look at me, we're here for you." A gentle voice broke through her dark thoughts. A hand reaching out and running their fingers through the younger girl's h/c locks. Giving her a moment of real peace.

Rosalinda, the beautiful curvy brunette woman with brown eyes, whispered towards the h/c haired girl – who she saw as a younger sister. Rosalinda could tell how nervous Y/N was acting as of lately. Ever since she came back yesterday from the store Y/N was very jumpy and quiet.

"Thanks Rosie..." Y/N gave a half-hearted smile to the brunette older girl.

Y/N knew Rosalinda was only trying to protect her. She always protected her.

However, didn't she know in doing so, she was risking herself instead?

The thought of it, broke Y/N. To think so many people were willing to protect her while she couldn't do anything in return for them. All she could do was take orders and she hate's herself because of it. If Y/N ever broke orders given to her by her captives the rest of the girls and her brother would pay.

What a cruel way to live.

Mama long learned, no matter how many times they tried to beat Y/N physically and mentally into submission she wouldn't break. The best way to make her behave was to hurt those around her. Y/N would do anything asked of her if they threatened the ones she deeply cared for. It took years to break Y/N to finally learn that lesson.

Rosalinda was one of the kidnapped women who took Y/N and little Miguel into her care, protecting them as much as she could. She didn't want their innocence to die like hers did. There were so many occasions where Rosalinda would take Y/N's punishment when she would break the rules, without Y/N knowing at first.

That quickly ended when Y/N learned the truth, and she became exactly what Mama wanted. A tool for her to manipulate and abuse, all because of her quirk.

Rosalinda was like a big sister to Y/N, they were both kidnapped from the same town in Mexico and smuggled into Japan, at such a young age too. Rosalinda was sixteen at the time, while Y/N was nine and Miguel was only two years old.

Now, Rosalinda was twenty-five and she's seen them both grow up.

Whenever they would get sick, she was the first one to be there for them. She also taught them how to read and write in their native language and this country's language, since they weren't allowed to go to school. The way she managed it was to get outdated learning books as 'payment' from customers for her services. Sacrificing a part of herself, so they wouldn't have to.

Though no matter how many times Rosalinda begged to be taken instead of Y/N, that didn't stop Mama from taking the younger girl into forced experiments which changed her quirk forever.

When Y/N had to use her quirk, the brunette feared what Y/N's power could do.

To hypnotize people, she would let go of a purple smoke from her lips, subtly blowing it into people's breathing space. And when she was forced to drug people like she was currently doing, her smoke would come out pink. The more she would sweat the more she could release.

Her eyes turning into brilliant scarlet when she activated her quirk.

What made her quirk so dangerous was the fact those around her smoke automatically got their quirk turned off, erasing it for the moment. Of course, once people got away from her quirk they would get it back, though it would take some time. Her smoke wouldn't fade away so easily.

And using her vocals chords – humming lightly, Y/N could intensify the magnitude of her quirk.

When Y/N first got her quirk when she was little, it was nothing like what she has now.

Rosalinda remembered how Y/N's quirk was only Telepathy when she first got it at age four. The same quirk Y/Ns mother had. Miguel was registered as quirk-less like their father reported it to be, to the government.

Rosalinda knew with the experiments their kidnappers forced Y/N into when they took and smuggled them into Japan, changed her original quirk. She was just a little kid when this happened to her. She didn't know how, but after constant sessions, they perfected Y/N into the weapon this club needed.

A siren calling those to their doom.

While Y/N danced, trying to take her mind out from what she would have to do later in the night, she let her quirk out freely. The pink smoke leaving her body was overshadowed by the mist smoke the club let out to hide her quirk.

She not only needed to put on a show for the people around her, but also Mama, who was watching from up above in one of the VIP tables. If Y/N didn't act the way the woman wanted, her privileges to see her brother would be revoked – again.

Y/N still remembers when she was first tasked to do this, she would either have to drug herself or drink, for how horrible it made her feel. Dose herself until she couldn't remember who was dancing around her, until it drowned out the pain.

She stopped doing it when her little brother saw her intoxicated for the first time. Her anxiety got worse when he refused to see her for a month. Since that day she's been sober.

Her quirk disgusted her; she was even afraid of it too.

There were times bodyguards had to intervene and take off men and women from her. Her quirk would get too out of control. Using too much would cause people to go crazily intoxicated, making them want more. Though that didn't stop Mama from trying her best to get Y/N at least a little tipsy, she always did her best work when she was relaxed or numb.

She also needed to look the part.

Y/N's h/c hair was straightened with long extension to make her hair longer and thicker. Forced to dress provocatively, she wore long black sleeve crop top with black high waisted leather pants and black boots that reached to her knees. Her make-up was done to make her look older with black smoky eyes, long eyelashes, and tinted red lips.

Y/N at least liked to wear all black when she had to dance in the middle of the room. It gave her a sense of security. She could blend in the darkness and people wouldn't really notice her unless they got close.

One of the club rules was to always wear a mask. Keeping the dirty doings of the rich, politicians, villains, and even heroes a secret.

Said girl was wearing her black lacy mask, hiding half her face. With her quirk turned on, her eyes were a blazing scarlet, hiding her natural e/c eyes.

Looking around, she noticed the sweaty bodies dancing around her. They worried her. Some of them looked to be her age, however there was also a lot of older people in the club tonight. If only they knew by the end of today some of them would have their quirk stolen.

"You broke me first" by Tate McRae was playing loudly on the speakers as she tried to drown out her depressing thoughts.

She was trying hard to concentrate on the beat of the music, instead of the people's lively smiles around her. If she thought about what she would do later, her anxiety was sure to rise again. She wanted to scream to all these people to run. Yell at them for how much in danger they're all really in.

Besides it was the poor who were targeted.

Those up in the VIP tables, paid for this to happen to the lower-class dancing around her, they wanted to have powerful quirks. When those quirks were stolen, they were given to the wealthy who wanted better quirks than what they were born with.

They knew what Y/N could do, and they never got close to her.

A fee of almost three thousand dollars per person just to enter the VIP section was paid. However, that did not include a stolen quirk, no, that would only guarantee entrance. The quirks were later auctioned in a private room.

The ones dancing at the bottom with no knowledge of what would happen to them paid the clubs regular price, fifteen per person.

How naïve where they all? Even the rich had no idea what they were getting into.

Yes, they paid so much money to get what they desired, but sometimes it would cost them their lives.

And all for what? For power?

The survival rate was very slim. And it would also be at the cost of someone else's life. She may not do the operation herself, but she was a major factor in getting these people. Making them into obedient puppets. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she was also an accomplice to all the lives who'd been lost or changed.

It irritated her and it made her angry.

She still has memories of when those experiments were done to her when she was first captured as a kid and brought to Japan. Those experiments still happened to this day. They tried to do the same experiments to her brother, but luckily, she was able to stop it from happening.

She let her captors do whatever they wanted to her, and she did not resist, as long as they left her brother out of it.

The only thing keeping her sane was knowing someone was going to save them soon.

"Just a little longer," Y/N thought as she swayed to the music, getting lost in the crowd of sweaty bodies. "I can go a little longer."

Little did she know, three people were looking down at her as she continued to lose herself in the music.