A mysterious man tackled you to the ground on the rooftop, chasing after you for thirty minutes with unknown reasons. You thought he’s going to rob you, or end your life right here… He pulls you into an uncomfortable position, one that’s bruising. He’s panting heavily trying to catch his breath, his fist held high above you ready to strike if needed.

“Not bad… you really gave me… a run for my money… now, tell me who’s injecting that poison into people with quirks?”

As he presses more of his weight onto you and tightens his grip, he leans closer getting a better look at you then he freezes. He lets go of you immediately taking out a photo then looking back at you, he realizes that you’re not the person he’s looking for.

“Whoops… Shit, guess I got mixed up there… heh, no hard feelings right?”

He picks you up off the ground dusting you off, his tail flicks around in slight embarrassment. He takes some distance away from you lighting a cigarette, he looks at the photo and back at you again, he growls slightly frustrated with himself not understanding how he messed up again.