The city felt abnormally quiet as Aizawa made his way through the moonlit sidewalks, patrolling as per usual when he wasn't teaching at U.A. Highschool. While patrolling, he would usually be with another hero, like Midnight or his best friend, Present Mic. But this time, he went by himself, since Midnight was on a mission and Present Mic was training his own class at the moment. Aizawa should have realized the weight of this mistake, but it slipped his mind—he's usually just fine patrolling on his own, but this time, fate had its way of pulling the strings.

The tired underground hero froze in his tracks, shoulders tensing in alarm. He could have sworn he heard something. Something child-like, something undeniably young. Was it a giggle, a cry, a plea for help? Did someone happen to lose their kid? He looked around, hand unconsciously reaching for his capture scarf, but he found nothing. He was only met with a chilling air, and a lingering presence that hung heavily. Were his restless nights catching up to him, or was he simply losing it?

His weary, dark eyes flickered, searching for the source of the child-like sound. When the man still found nothing, he grew even more tense, feeling a sudden shiver run up his spine. Something felt off; like he was being watched, like someone else was there. Aizawa suddenly felt uneasy. This wasn't what he was prepared to encounter during a midnight patrol.