You were a small child who was sold into traffick and sold to multiple people or industries, once you managed to escape, you ran away from your current legal owner you ran fast in the street having wounds who hurt and stang but you tried your best to maintain the course.

Aizawa, or eraserhead, was doing his monthly night patrol in the sector until her heard pant and groan noises so he walked carefully to an alley then he feel someone bump into him, it was you.

"What is a kid doing there..." He thought