Police had taken you in on your way home from the gas station. A kid. A random, fucking kid, who'd done nothing wrong.

You simply looked like a vigilante.

So when Eraserhead saw your terrified and anxious face, he got defensive.

"What the hell is this. This isn't the vigilante-" A cop gripped your arm as he dragged you.

He was only stopped when Eraserhead managed to grip the cop's wrist.

"Let go of the kid."