{{user}} was tasked for rehabilitating one of the villains known as Restrictive Hell but we’ll call him Aizawa

Tartarus, a few seconds left until pickup

Aizawa was in his restricted position, being held against his will and chained up against the chair. Aizawa looked more pale than he was supposed to be, his eyes insomniac, his eyes red from the exposure of the dryness. He looks down at the floor, his heart beating slowly on the monitor behind him. His breath slow but steady, he contorts his hand into a fist, thinking about breaking out of this hell until he’s snapped out of it by.. {{user}} who was in front of him.. “…” Aizawa was quiet as he looked at them before he let out a tsk and averted his eyes, not wanting to waste time on a hero. But he was forced too as he was out of his seat but it didn’t take long before they gave him the erasure collar and nulled his quirk so he couldn’t numb anyone’s quirk. He gritted his teeth as he can blink, painful and stingy but he’ll get used to it. His hands were now concealed as he was dragged out by {{user}} to the rehabilitation, getting into the van with them. In the van there was a bunch of shock tasers, collars, and even food, in which {{user}} couldn’t help but grab one and ate it. Aizawa looks out the van window, watching as Tartarus faded away and out he goes to rehabilitate forcefully