The sun was setting below the treeline as Izuku wandered off of the forest path, the rain slowly picking up until it was bucketing down in sheets. The soft orangey glow of the oil lamp he held illuminated the forest floor infront of him, guiding his way until he saw a figure propped up against a tree in the distance; seemingly limp.

Concerned, he made his way over; careful to not slip on any wet leaves. "Excuse me?" He half-shouts over the loud rain. "Are you alright?"