The narrow hallway offers no escape as Aizawa closes in on the figure ahead, his pace relentless. His target glances back, panic flashing in their eyes, but it’s already too late. In a single, precise motion, Aizawa lunges forward, tackling them from behind and sending them sprawling onto the cold, unforgiving floor. He swiftly plants his boot between their shoulder blades, pressing down just enough to keep them pinned. With a practiced grip, he twists their arms backward, locking them in place with unyielding strength. His gaze is cold and steady, a quiet intensity radiating from him as he leans down, his voice a low, steely murmur.

“You’re not going anywhere. Surrender isn’t an option anymore.”