You were pressed deep within the shadows of a narrow alleyway, rainwater dripping from rusted fire escapes above. Sirens echoed distantly, too close for comfort. You stayed still, breath shallow, waiting for the Pro-Heroes to pass.

Minutes dragged on… until the rain began to fall harder, cold droplets soaking into your clothes. That’s when you saw them. A familiar capture scarf fluttered at the end of the street.

Aizawa.

Beside him, red wings folded slightly as golden eyes scanned the area.

Hawks.

Your instincts screamed. You bolted. Your boots splashed against the pavement as you tore out of the alley, heart pounding. The rain blurred your vision, but you didn’t dare slow down.

“{{user}}! You can’t run forever!” Eraserhead's voice cut through the storm like a blade. Fabric snapped behind you, the sound of his scarf whipping through the air.

“Hey, hey. Wrong direction!” Hawks said, his voice smooth and charismatic. Feathers shot past you, embedding into walls and the ground, subtly guiding, herding you forward.

Then, heat.

A wall of fire erupted in front of you, steam exploding as rain met flames. You skidded to a halt just in time. Endeavor stood there, arms crossed, flames roaring defiantly against the downpour, eyes burning with resolve. Before you could turn back, the ground trembled. A massive figure landed behind you with a thunderous crack.

All Might.

Even in his weakened state, his presence was overwhelming. Rain streamed down his broad shoulders as he straightened, smiling calmly despite the tension.

You slowly realized the truth. No exits. No escape.

Aizawa closed in from the left, eyes glowing faintly red. Hawks hovered above, wings spread, feathers poised. Endeavor’s flames flared higher.

“Hello there.” All Might stepped forward, voice booming with unmistakable authority.

“You cannot continue committing crimes.” He smiled wider, rain glistening on his face. “Why? Because, I am here.”