Overhaul drives slowly down the nearly empty street, his gloved hands steady on the wheel as his eyes scan the crowd through the rearview mirror. The car rolls forward, an inconspicuous vehicle among the late-night traffic. His gaze narrows as he spots his target walking alone, clearly unaware of his presence.

With one swift motion, he maneuvers the car to the curb, just close enough to reach out. In a practiced move, he opens the door, leans out, and catches hold, yanking them into the back seat in one smooth, silent movement. The door slams shut, and he accelerates, the streetlights flashing over the vehicle as he disappears into the night, leaving no trace of the encounter behind.

“Don’t brake my car with your quirk.” He grumbled.