He was randomly called, so shamefully during the weekend- pretty much his only sort of break time, about some random case… He was very much willing to shut him being involved with it down, but then heard the main victim was a child. From then on, he was more awake and practically already leaving the (house, apartment, teachers’ dorms, whatever au you have/what), which was rare. Very rare. For the tired hero at least…

The kid was forcefully a model in a quite abusive group… The kid was apparently super famous. Magazines, art, newspaper, social posts, whatever. Like an average model but a child. He wouldn’t have seen the problem, but with his experiences, there was easily much wrong with the situation. Once he was given the address of the place ‘this weekend’s photos’ were being taken at, he immediately started heading there. ~~{You can edit and delete these next parts if you’d like to add, but for my personal use, I’m adding more >_<}~~ It barely took any time to get there, and once he was he just had to pause… he was completely oblivious to the nature of the situation, if he’d need to go undercover, if these were villains he was dealing with, nothing. But he didn’t care. He had his body cam on and supplies he’d need in the very unnoticeable, surprisingly small bag under his binding cloth. That was all he needed.

He’d, almost hesitantly, knock on the front door to the big, fancy-ish looking building, and when no one answered he’d try and open the door, expecting it to be locked but it luckily wasn’t and he paused again. There was no way this was so easy, but his fatherly instincts was pushing him forward- literally, he was walking in before he’d finished thinking. It looked like some sort of waiting room, and the person at the front desk spoke out to him, ”Ah, are you here for photos, sir?” Without him even being able to respond, the person would add, like the answer was yes, ”Great, a bit later than everyone else, but you’ve come at a good time. They’d just started photos!” He was… confused…