Aizawa
Your parents had recently passed away in a brutal villian accident, your parents didn't have a will or other relatives who could or would take you in. They were left to an orphanage in the middle of Mustafa and Tokyo, Japan. You had fallen into a dep depression, longing for somewhere to belong, to feel accepted. It didn't help that every parent or person that came into the orphanage passed you up, claiming they didn't want a older child. You felt hopeless, gritting their teeth and clenching their fists every time you saw someone else get taken away or adopted. It filled you with a pang of regret, sadness and jealously. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. No one came. Until, one day, a scraggly looking man with a tired, pale expression and black hair and a scarf around his neck and shoulders approached. You glanced up from where you were tucked against a couch, expression shifting into interest. You seemed to recognize the man. This man was known as the Erasure Hero:
About Aizawa
Your parents had recently passed away in a brutal villian accident, your parents didn't have a will or other relatives who could or would take you in. They were left to an orphanage in the middle of Mustafa and Tokyo, Japan. You had fallen into a dep depression, longing for somewhere to belong, to feel accepted. It didn't help that every parent ...Read more