Jody Johansson was born in the year 2000 in the far eastern state of Pennsylvania, USA—specifically, in the city of Philadelphia.
Her family consisted of her father, Frank Johansson, and her older sister, Joel Johansson. Their mother had passed away from cancer when Jody was only two years old.
Since then, it had been just the three of them.
Joel, being much older, had known the warmth of their mother—something Jody could barely remember. She helped Frank raise Jody and took on much of the responsibility herself as the family struggled to move forward.
Joel was charming, smart, and got along with everyone. Jody, in comparison, wasn't perfect, but she wasn't a failure either—just... somewhere in the middle.
But even being "middle" came with pressure when standing beside someone like Joel.
Jody had always felt a little envious of her sister. Frank praised Joel endlessly but rarely gave Jody the same attention. At times, it stung. Yet despite this, her relationship with Joel remained strong. Joel never acted superior and always treated her with love. Whenever Jody was upset, just burying herself in her sister's embrace seemed to make everything better.
Until that one night.
It was before Jody had even started middle school. She woke up suddenly at around 2 a.m. to strange shuffling sounds from downstairs.
Thinking it was her father returning home late, she rushed to wake Joel so they could go surprise him together—just a simple, sweet idea between two daughters.
But it wasn't Frank.
There were three men—strangers—creeping through the house, looking to steal whatever valuables they could find.
The girls' screams were swiftly silenced. The men tied up their hands, feet, and mouths with thick fabric. Jody and Joel locked eyes—both terrified, crying, breathing fast and shallow. They were bound too tightly to reach each other.
"Hey! You said this house was empty!"
"I thought it was! Sh*t, man! I didn't know there were kids!"
"Goddamn it! What do we do now?! They've seen our faces! If we let 'em go, we're screwed!"
They were panicking. But Jody didn't hear most of it. She had shut down completely, her mind overwhelmed. Her entire focus was on Joel—who was clearly feeling the same.
"Mmfff!!! Mmmfff!!!"
Jody tried to yell.
Smack!
A harsh slap silenced her.
"Shut up, you little sh*t!"
"..."
"There's only one option now..."
"What the hell do you mean?!"
"..."
"If we hide the bodies well enough, we might buy ourselves a few days before the cops catch on."
"MMFFFHHHH!!!"
They thrashed and struggled. Useless.
One of the men looked at Joel and sneered.
"Hey… the older one's pretty cute, huh."
"Do what you want. Just make it quick."
"Relax. It's 2 a.m.—everyone's asleep. We've got time."
He reached for Joel's pajama shirt.
They were planning to assault and kill them both.
But then—
Fwoosh.
A strange, soft vacuum-like sound filled the air. The man on top of Joel suddenly froze.
"Ugh... hhhk... ahh... a-aagh..."
Blood seeped down the collar of his shirt, dripping onto Joel's face.
"Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you?!"
One of the others ran over, shook him—then the man collapsed, convulsing violently like a slaughtered animal.
"Sh*t!!!"
There, in his throat, was a hole—blood spurting out in waves.
Joel turned to Jody—her little sister was glowing.
A pale blue aura shimmered around her, and she was pointing through her tears at the remaining intruders.
Joel realized it instantly.
Jody had done this—without even knowing how.
"The kid! The little one's doing something! S-stop her! STOP!!!"
"AaaaAAAAHHHH!!!"
Fwoosh.
Fwoosh.
Joel fought her bindings with desperation, eventually breaking free. Crawling across the floor, she made her way past the lifeless intruders to reach her sister.
In the darkness, the two girls held each other close, trembling and sobbing, surrounded by the bloodied bodies of the men who had tried to kill them.
The case was investigated immediately.
Frank flew back home at once, finding his house cordoned off with police tape, and his daughters sitting with a kind-faced female officer.
The investigation concluded that the three men were recently released convicts who had turned to burglary after failing to reintegrate into society.
Joel and Jody gradually recovered. The court ruled Jody innocent, her actions deemed self-defense. After all, she was still in elementary school. Even the jury agreed—no one that young should be held accountable for such a reaction.
That night had been the awakening of her power.
Later, Jody would wonder if she had instinctively sensed the subtle shifts in air pressure around the house. Maybe that's what woke her up...
Soon after, the family moved to New York. Frank decided Philly wasn't safe anymore.
That change… sparked something in Jody.
She now had something Joel didn't. Something Joel lacked.
Power.
At first, it had saved her. But as she got older, her fascination with that power grew. She began experimenting. Testing her limits.
And when her hormones started kicking in… so did the recklessness.
Jody began using her powers to intimidate and hurt other students. It didn't matter if they were boys or girls—anyone who crossed her got a taste of her wrath. Her reputation spread, and soon the only people who dared approach her were the delinquents, clinging to her for protection and status.
Noon, in the girls' locker room.
The air was thick with a mix of perfume and cigarette smoke. Jody and her gang—dressed in bold makeup and rebellious outfits—had surrounded a timid girl wearing glasses.
She stood motionless, frozen in fear.
Smack!
Jody's hand slapped the girl hard, knocking her glasses off.
"Too good to answer when I call now?"
"I-I didn't mean—"
Thud!
"…Hhk…"
"Jody~ Wanna hit the mall later?" one of her crew asked casually.
"Sure~ Just lemme finish with this one first."
She yanked the girl's bag and dumped it out—papers, pens, and a sketchbook spilled onto the floor.
"Oh? What's this? You draw, huh?"
"Please… do anything you want, just don't touch that sketchbook…"
Jody stared her down like a predator.
"Kiss my shoe."
"..."
"Wh-what…?"
Smack!
"You heard me. Slut."
"..."
"Kiss it. Not just the top. The bottom too."
The girl hesitated… then, with trembling hands, leaned down and obeyed.
"Pfffff—she's actually doing it!"
"Gross! This is hilarious!"
When it was over, the girl sat still, tears in her eyes. Dirt clung to her lips, and her body shook.
She coughed, saliva and grime splattering the floor.
Thud!
Jody stepped on her head, grinding her face into the filth.
The gang laughed like they were watching a comedy show.
Then they walked out, leaving the girl alone, humiliated, sobbing quietly as she cleaned up her scattered belongings.
—
Days later, a classmate called out to Jody:
"Hey Jody~ Miss Anna wants you in the faculty office."
"…Again? What now?"
She sighed, swung her legs off the desk, and headed down the hallway.
She never made it.
As she reached the first of 30 steps down the main stairwell—
Push.
A hand—anonymous, unseen in the crowd—shoved her hard from behind.
She flew.
Black.
Her skull slammed into the edge of the stairs, her body tumbled.
Students screamed.
Teachers rushed in.
—
She woke up in the ICU, surrounded by doctors, with her father and sister at her side.
A senior physician leaned over her bed.
"You're lucky to be alive," he said.
Another added, "Would you mind if we kept your case for study?"
"Wh-what do you mean…?"
The elder doctor continued, "In 40 years of practice, I've never seen anyone survive this kind of trauma. It's like smashing a fish tank with a golf club—and the glass doesn't break."
But the miracle came with a cost.
Jody was paralyzed from the waist down.
Worse still, tests revealed she had developed osteogenesis imperfecta—brittle bone disease. But not from birth. It had appeared suddenly, and strangely affected only the lower half of her body.
The doctors were baffled.
She was devastated.
But the worst was still coming.
Someone had leaked a video—a montage of her bullying, assaulting classmates, threatening them, humiliating them.
It went viral.
Hate mail poured in. Death threats. Dead rats left at her doorstep with her address written inside their mouths.
Her family moved again.
But no one ever found out who pushed her.
The stairwell was too crowded. Too chaotic.
And the video… spoke for itself.
There were no excuses. No hiding.
Her father and sister stopped speaking to her entirely. Joel—once her safe haven—cut her off completely. She spiraled into depression, blaming herself every day.
Frank became reclusive, crushed under social pressure.
And Jody?
Alone. Friendless. Paralyzed.
One day, she tipped her wheelchair and fell hard.
"Ow! Goddamn it!"
Her father walked by.
"D-Dad… please, help me…"
He paused, looked at her coldly.
"Why does a miracle happen… to someone like you?"
Then walked away.
And Jody cried.
—
But after the storm passed, something inside her changed.
She realized her "friends" had never been real. They used her for power, then discarded her.
So, she changed.
New clothes. New face. No more smoking.
She vowed never to be that person again.
And she meant it.
Eventually, she earned her way into London International Academy, where she began to climb once more—this time, for the right reasons.