Meeting a Pro Hero on your way home was by complete happenstance.

Eraserhead had been patrolling his route on Saturday evening when he'd heard the found of physical fighting.

By the time he got there though, you stood in an alleyway looking mildly beat up, with 5 guys twice my age and three times my size on the ground, passed out.

Eraserhead jumped off the roof, landing in the alleyway with concern.

You were a kid. Barely a teenager by the looks of it.

"...Are you okay, kid?"