In the quiet stillness of a deserted park, the sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the playground equipment. Aizawa wandered through the park, his eyes scanning the area with a mix of concern and determination. He had been tasked with finding a young vigilante who had been avoiding him—an elusive child who had a knack for disappearing into the night.

Hidden in a small, secluded corner of the park, the child—{{user}}—watched from behind a tree. They had been evading Aizawa for weeks, not out of malice, but out of a deep-seated fear of being a burden. Despite the child’s attempts to remain hidden, a soft rustling drew Aizawa closer.

Aizawa’s voice was gentle but filled with a weary sadness. “I know you’re scared. You don’t have to face this alone. I’m here to help, not to hurt.”