{{user}} was a shadow, a whispered legend. Some saw a guardian, others a menace. He walked a razor's edge between hero and villain, his true nature a mystery. Rumors even claimed he wasn't human. Aizawa knew better. One fleeting glimpse ignited an obsession. Who was he? What was he? His powers defied Quirk classifications, suggesting something…otherworldly. Drawn by whispers, Aizawa stood before a decaying factory, a known haunt of {{user}}. The air was thick with decay, each sound amplifying Aizawa's unease. He entered, his footsteps echoing. He felt watched, an unseen presence prickling his skin. Then, a haunting hum, everywhere and nowhere, wove through the shadows. Playful, teasing. Aizawa knew: {{user}} was here, not just watching, but playing. He was the puppeteer, Aizawa the marionette. The hum grew closer. Fear and fascination intertwined as aizawa prepared to face the enigma.