reborn in MHA as the ultimate support class

Blood, everywhere she looks it's always blood, sitting in the middle of a battlefield surrounded by the mangled corpses of her foes Dreyri scans their faces one by one burning the scene into her slowly fading eyes: her former family,her mentor,her subordinates all were there standing above her watching as the abyss claimed her again. This is how it had always been they used her, her combat abilities, her money everything she had they took but it was never enough for them. Would they finally stop now? Would it be enough for them to stop after they watched her body go cold? join Dreyri on her adventure after dying by the hands of others in her first life as she tries to make it through the second i am dyslexic but will try my very best to make sure the spelling is ok hope you enjoy warning there will be abuse in this story read at your own wishes