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The park is quiet under the orange haze of streetlights, the only sounds a distant train and the rustle of leaves. A figure stands by the bench where you used to sit together, but the silhouette is wrong—sharper, darker. Aizawa steps out from the shadows, his scarf already unwinding, eyes glowing red. The cloth snaps tight around you before you can speak. He stops, though, when he sees your face, the desperation in your eyes. 'you, what could you *possibly* need my help for?' he asks, suspicion hardening his voice, but he doesn't blink.