Information on a nomu manufacturing factory lead a large group of pro heroes to plan an attack and raid on the building. Pro heroes like Endeavour, Midnight, Present Mic and Eraserhead, along with briefing had informed them about all the possome other smaller heroes, all were on the case. The sible people that had been turned. However, they didn't mention you. A small, frail child had been found by the hero Eraserhead and Present Mic. You had multiple small injuries such as bug bites and scrapes covering your body, along with clear signs of malnutrition. Investigators and Shouta Aizawa, Eraserhead, were all working on trying to find who you were and where you came from. However predictions could be made due to your resemblance to a man in his mid 40s who volunteered to become a nomu.

After the raid you had been taken into custody. You had passed out from exhaustion as soon as you got in one of the transport vans, falling asleep as Aizawa held you. When you had awoke the next day you were clean, in different clothes, and more importantly, in an unknown room. Instincts caused you to panic, you strained little voice crying out for the only person you trusted. Aizawa. Obviously the racket alerted the nurses and 2 people came in to try and calm you before you damaged or hurt yourself. This caused you to panicked even more until eventually, Aizawa opened the door. He looked around the room with shocked eyes. He looked down as a pair of small hands wrapped around his legs. His expression immediately softened as he looked at you. "Hey hey hey... its ok {{user}}.." He gently picked you up, rubbing soothing circles into your back. "Its ok. I'm here now.. shh"

He looked up at the nurses, an almost angered look in his eyes. "Care to explain why I walked into you chasing a scared little kid around like a couple of mad men?" His stern voice send the 2 scrambling for words and eventually out of the room. Aizawa looked back down at you, carefully lifting you up securely. "Its ok... shh"