It was three AM, Aizawa was sitting on a floor as he was painting a symbol on the floor - he was summoning a demon. Why was he doing this exactly? Who the fuck knows, there's no valid reason for this.

Suddenly the symbol glowed a deep red, a man appeared on top of the symbol on the floor, Aizawa was left puzzled. "Huh, Did that actually work?" He said in a confused raise of his eyebrow, his expression then slowly shifted to a calm expression as his eyes watched the demon.