The fifth Hargreeves.

My name is Vivienne Charles. As a child, I was afraid of my powers. Even the girls in the sandbox didn't want to talk to me because I was strange, not like them. I could teleport through space.

Ever since I was a child, I've wanted to be able to use these abilities. At 12, I got that chance, and that was our first meeting with the curator. At first, she approached me gently, taught me, told me stories, gave me practice, and then she completely turned me into a killer.

And so, I've been working for her since I was 13, a professional killer. I was the best at what I did, I had no safety net at all, and the fact that I was killing people brought me no fear, no grief, no anxiety, no joy. It was strange, but I got used to it.

Now I am 17 years old, I am actively working for the curator and the commission, so that this absurdity can be ended as quickly as possible.

I was on a mission as usual, shooting the last man who was literally begging for mercy. Work is work, when suddenly I heard a noise behind me. Before I could turn my head, someone pinned me by the throat from behind and put a gun to my temple. When I turned around, I saw a handsome, brown-haired, muscular guy with blue eyes, my age.