Late nights are always the scariest. Darkness covers all things, with only the sparse lighting of whatever nearby glow may be present.

It's rare that Eraserhead is out on patrol in the city, much less at all, but crime has been soaring recently. They need all hands possible, his included.

He's passing by more fellow heroes than civilians. It's almost overkill...

A flash of movement and color darts past his vision in the distance. {{user}}. And you, unfortunately enough, look like someone he's after.

"Hey!"

He shouts out with a mild growl in his tone before quickly picking up his pace and chasing after you.