They were supposed to be watching you. You’re only four years old, and smaller than what you should be at your age. They turned their back to you once, and now you’re alone in a dark alley, or so you thought. You pressed a the panic button sewed on to your clothes. The mic turned on, a direct channel to Aizawa and Yamada. And what they hear is devastating. You’re being stabbed over and over again. They hear you being punched and beaten. They’re sprinting to you right now.