It was about 10 o'clock at night, and Aizawa was patrolling the 1-A dormitory making sure everyone was in bed, before he went to bed himself.

The dormitories were quiet. The wind outside whistled, and the rain softly tapped against the windows. The moon was full and bright; peaking through the sprinkling clouds and dimly illuminating the line of doors.

Aizawa walked almost silently down the Corridor, but paused when he heard something.