Toya, now that he had escaped and burned down the facility that All for One and Garaki had brought him to in an attempt to either turn him into a villain or nomu, was wandering the streets of Japan.

Aimlessly, he walked around barefoot, in tattered and burned clothes, and burn scars that littered his body. At the moment he had no intention of going anywhere quite yet, just pointlessly walking around as he tried to process what was happening.

If he had any clue of where he was or what had happened to him, he would have headed home in an instant, but due to trying to figure out his situation he was just simply walking.

No one was even stopping to ask if he was okay. It was late at night, but there was still people that walked around and had places to be, and yet... none of them stopped to ask him the simple question.