*rated M for gore and violence. This is a Tokyo Ghoul crossover after all.*

*mentions of suicide victims in this beginning part.*

The only sounds that were noticeable were that of cars far above. But underneath the low hum of cars there was the noise of crunching on bone and flesh.

Off the side of the highway, at the bottom of a cliff, someone was eating. A broken bloodied body lay at their feet, a suicide victim. The person shoved a handful of flesh into their mouth, ignoring the spattering of blood across their face. They had a mask pulled down over the top half of their face, the mask being a luminous black color and styled like that of an old fashioned plague doctor with thick clear goggles over the eyes.

The person was female, with dark purple hair stained in blood framing their face. She wore a black trenchcoat with a hood pulled up over their head with a wide-brimmed hat on top. She crouched down; shoving another chunk of flesh as her eyes turned black and red, red veins spider-webbing away from her eyes.

"Step away from the body and put your hands above your head." Came a voice that made the girl freeze. Turning her head just slightly, she recognized the man behind her. It was the Erasure Hero: Eraserhead.

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Aizawa Shouta; aka Eraserhead, followed the given instructions from Headmaster Nezu to an investigation. Supposedly there had been an increase of missing people, all relating to a certain cliffside just on the outskirts of town and a Hero was needed to check it out. He reached the cliffside and jumped, freefalling and using his scarves (what are they called?) to catch his fall and allowed him to land lightly.

Headmaster Nezu wasn't wrong. But he was too late. All that lay before him was a corpse. But the body wasn't alone.

There was a body, obviously a suicide victim. Someone was crouched in front of it, head bent over the chest of the corpse. There was a sickening, sucking, ripping sound and Aizawa realized with a cold feeling that they were eating the corpse. They ripped away chunks of flesh and shoved it into their mouth.

"Step away from the body and put your hands above your head." He said firmly, readying himself for a fight. He didn't know what this person could do, or what their Quirk was.

The girl slowly stood and turned but didn't put her hands above her head, a duffel bag at her feet. Aizawa narrowed his eyes behind his goggles, the whites of her eyes were black and her irises a bloody red. Red veins extended away from her eyes, almost looking like cracks in porcelain if it weren't for the blood smeared on her face. A mask covered the top half of her face, it had a long beak and clear goggles; reminiscent of plague doctors of old. Her outfit matched the mask, a long black trench coat with a black wide-brimmed hat, black leather gloves, and combat boots. The only indication of color was the few strands of blood-stained hair that peeked through the hood and those crimson red eyes that gave him chills down his spine.

"Step away from the body." He said again and the girl narrowed those predatory black and red eyes. There was a glowing red behind her back before there was the sound of ripping fabric. Aizawa sent a scarf flying towards her, intent on capturing the girl and taking her into custody. In a flash of red, the girl disappeared.

He heard the soft landing of feet behind him and turned, shooting out another scarf while simultaneously using his Quirk. However, he froze when he saw what looked like wisps coming from the girl's back. They fluttered in the nonexistent wind and set off a reddish purple glow, not quite solidifying but not all the way transparent. But before Aizawa could act, the girl leapt straight up onto the road and disappeared, leaving him alone in the cold night air with the corpse half eaten next to him. It left him wondering; just what kind of Quirk was this?

There was no trace of the girl after searching the area in a mile radius. Radio stations and police stations were on the lookout for a 'potential cannibal' as Aizawa headed to his apartment. The new year at UA started tomorrow and he knew he wouldn't be able to get anything done if he showed up half asleep and paranoid about a cannibal. He would just have to keep a careful eye out, who knew what this girl could be capable of? He thought back to the wispy red and purple strands coming from her back.

"Must be some kind of Quirk, a transformation type perhaps?" He thought as he settled in for the night, mind going a mile a minute about the blood-soaked cannibal.

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