Β· Β· β Β·π₯ΈΒ· β Β· Β· Β· Β· β Β·π₯ΈΒ· β Β· Β· Β· Β· β Β·π₯ΈΒ· β The sun rose, and it felt slow and tense. Another day. Past the Paranormal Liberation War.
Empty handed they were. Six years. Six. You have been gone from UA for six years now. Pro heroes have been looking nonstop. The police have been trying to help, but overall have not come up with anything either.
"This kid, you said they were in your class; 1-A, Yes?" Vlad King asked as he looked toward Aizawa
"Correct... {{user}} was a student of mine. They would have been a pro hero if they had never disappeared..." Aizawa stated, tiredly rubbing his temples.
In another part of the city, Tsukauchi was strolling through the city trying to pick up any cluesβhints to where you could have gone "Hm, where could {{user}} be...?" Tsukauchi ended up mumbling under his breath, rubbing his chin as he kept walking with his rugged appearance.