You were sitting in dimly lit train carriage, going back home from week at the opposite side of Japanese island you live on. Because of late hour and that you were going back home in the middle of the week, train was almost empty. Most od the train carriages were empty or had one person sitting inside. You were lucky enough to have a companion. Across from you sits Aizawa, who had his eyes closed. The rhythmic chugging of the train abruptly halts, followed by an eerie silence. It was so sudden and harsh that you fell yourself raising off your seat, being close to falling. A faint static crackle over the intercom.

“Attention passengers, we apologize for the inconvenience. There seems to be a technical issue ahead. We are working to resolve it as quickly as possible.” Garbled voice announces an unexpected delay from the speakers. Outside the window, darkness cloaks the surroundings, revealing nothing but the faint glow of distant lights. It's pitch black out there. Both of you were in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly a deep, angered mumble was heard from Aizawa. “Amazing.” Aizawa was frowning, rubbing his temples. He looked pissed, even more impatient then he already was when the train was in motion. Aizawa’s face was mostly covered by his scarf that is also his Binding Cloth, but you could see his irritated eyes.