Nothing about this made sense. An Underground Hero, Eraserhead, had just gotten you out of being arrested for vigilatism.

A crime you were knowingly guilty of.

Just as they gave you back your weapons, black tinted visor, and a few other belongings of yours, you walked outside with Eraserhead, unsure of what was even happening.

"...You hungry?" He asked, sounding unfazed and casual...as if he and you were old friends.