Eraserhead had been on a particular roof, looking above to spot any possible crimes. Upon taking a sip of coffee from his cup, Eraserhead noticed a familiar frame of a kid he'd gotten to know well.

You were a vigilante, still in your last year of middle school it seemed, and Eraserhead and you had gotten to know each other fairly well. He'd become a bit of a father figure to you.

While patrolling the streets in your casual looking vigilante outfit, you felt eyes on you from above.