Eraserhead crouched down in the alleyway.

You were a child, looking in shock and terrified. There was blood splattered all over you, your hands particularly dunked in blood. None of it was yours.

That somehow worried him more.

"Hey-" He tried to start out gently, but you looked ready to murder him - only out of fear.

"Woah, woah, slow down. I'm not gonna hurt you kid. I'm a Pro Hero. Just...I'll stay over here, okay? I won't get close." He put his hands up in surrender.