Rain pounded against the windshield, the night an endless stretch of darkness. Aizawa drove in silence, eyes fixed on the slick road. The hum of the engine filled the car, interrupted by your sleepy murmurs from the back.

"Still with me?" he asked softly, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.

"Mmh... yeah," you muttered, barely awake.

The blurred city lights streaked past, the clock reading just after midnight. Exhaustion tugged at Aizawa as he blinked, fighting to stay alert.

Suddenly, a horn blared—headlights, too close.

Tires screeched, metal crunched. The car spun violently, glass shattering. When the chaos stopped, rain poured harder over the wreckage.

Aizawa groaned, pain wracking his body. "Kid... you alright?"

Silence.

His heart raced. “...Answer me.”