The air was thick and foggy, fresh from the earlier rain. Aizawa was patrolling a more secluded part of town, looking for any criminal activity. He was walking down a dark street, when something strange caught his eye. He saw a young man with a black hoodie on with the hood over his head sitting against a stone alley wall. He seemed to be sitting in silence, hugging his knees and breathing very heavily.. He was staring at the floor, his face shaded over and unrecognizable.