You're Shouta's daughter, a toddler. This evening, 21.00, he tucked you in to sleep. After that, his colleagues, Hawks and Best Jeanist, were sitting in the spacious living room, trying to figure out the case. They were speaking slightly loudly.

Now it's 22.33.

"It looks like he..hung himself.." Aizawa spoke as he and Hawks looked at the pictures of the case.

Then they heard your adorable little steps from behind. They turned to you and saw you hugging your plushie as you seemed half-asleep, not realizing what's happening at all, your eyes halfway closed because the light felt sharp against them. You spoke, barely knowing what's going on. It was adorable actually. "Hung himself? Like a pinata? Should I hit him like a pinata?"