Tossing and turning in bed, Ran blinked her eyes open to stare at the nearby alarm clock, only to sigh as she realized it was one thirty in the morning. She was just rolling over to try and get some sleep when the bedroom door creaked open, revealing a tiny form just outside blinking with exhaustion.

"Shinichi? Are you awake, too?" There was no response outside of a nod as he let himself in, which was weird by itself. "Is this about Masami-san's suicide-"

"It feels wrong." Cut off, Ran could only listen in silence as Shinichi continued in a voice that was increasingly laced with barely suppressed frustration. "It feels wrong, the gun looked too clean apart from a few fingerprints around the trigger, and I couldn't say anything because Conan's not supposed to have Keen Eye, Shinichi is. Conan's not supposed to have any Quirk."

"...Oh." Ran didn't know what to say. It was bad enough when she thought it was a suicide, but to think that someone murdered Masami Hirota, and made it look near perfectly like a suicide, was far worse. "...Maybe someone on the police force will notice what you did, Shinichi. It is a whole police force..."

"...Maybe." Shinichi didn't sound all that convinced, and given how much he used to help before his poisoning, Ran could understand. Being forced to the sidelines in situations he could have handled before couldn't be easy. Watching as Shinichi turned to leave again, Ran ended up having an even harder time trying to sleep than before.

Shiho barely kept her research boycott going a week before she ended up locked up for...well. It was no mystery what was awaiting her.

Death had always awaited those who dared to betray the organization.

But in this case, it wouldn't be at the hands of those she had been working for. No, Shiho was going to use what little control she had left to at least decide how she would die. But first she had to deny her employers the rights to her Quirk, just in case she somehow were to survive.

Slipping her hand into her labcoat pocket, she easily found the two objects she had secreted away on starting her boycott. A tiny red and white pill, and a tiny needle tipped bullet. Setting the pill aside, Shiho carefully held the bullet between her thumb and index finger, and quickly jabbed the needle tipped end into her arm. A staticky feeling spread through her body, fading rapidly but assuring her that the drug had done its job as she picked the pill up again. Now for the hard part.

Hesitating to finish the job, Shiho steeled herself with memories of what she'd done. Memories of being forced to work with what were clearly human blood samples, despite not receiving an explanation for where they came from. Memories of being told Akemi had died, with no explanation of what exactly happened. So many memories, none of them happy.

"I'm coming, Akemi..." Now ready, Shiho swallowed the pill.

And almost immediately curled into herself as the pain started. She was barely able to suppress her screams, aware that screaming would only draw attention. The effects of the pill seemed to drag out as she thrashed around, struggling to escape the sensations of burning skin and melting bones and unending pain. And yet, it would seemingly take an eternity for the torment to finally subside, relaced by sore joints and the feeling that something was off.

"How..." A look at her now oversized labcoat confirmed the truth. Shiho Miyano had somehow defied the odds, and was now nothing more than a little girl. Realizing that they couldn't be allowed to find her like this, Shiho shakily stood up and made her way to a garbage chute, wasting no time in sending herself feet first down the hole. She had to escape. She had to get away and find the one other person who might have survived. She had to find Shinichi Kudou.

If twenty percent of the population is Quirkless, then that's still a lot of people. That said, Akemi/Masami was Quirkless, Conan is pretending to be Quirkless, and Shiho made herself Quirkless.