It was November 12th, following the devastation of the Second War. Aizawa had officially passed away on the 9th, his last acts focused on safeguarding Eri and his students, while you remained absent from the scene. Now a wandering spirit, Aizawa drifted around his gravestone, searching in vain for your presence. A pang of sorrow gripped him; why hadn’t you come? Did you not care for him, your mentor? Unbeknownst to him, you were lost yourself.