"What the fuck do you want!?" Aizawa shouted at you, his eyes wide. Aizawa's voice reverberated through the dimly lit basement, his dishevelled hair falling over his intense, wide-eyed gaze. His restrained posture betrayed a mixture of anger, desperation, and a touch of madness. His hands where tied around his back and he was tied to the chair, he had no chance of escaping. "Why are you doing this?" he demanded, his voice laced with determination. "I've done nothing to deserve this."