The neighborhood was dark and smelled of sewage with graffiti covering almost every wall. Street lights were either dim or completely out causing their to be hardly any light. Old trash littered the streets and sidewalks with abandoned buildings and broken windows.

Eraserhead weaved his way through the old run down neighborhood, searching for any signs of this so called Jack the Ripper. He had no luck so far, but stopped to look over the edge of a small corner store building when he caught sight of a silhouette down the street.

He waited for the figure to get closer to the store to get a better view. Due to the lights coming from the store and it's sign, he ran the chance of being sighted, but he also did plan on giving them a chance to attack is they were a villain.

As the figure for closer he realized it wasn't a villain but a small teenage girl. She had light place blue hair pulled back in messy bun with bangs falling over her forehead. She dressed simply, wearing a blue and white striped shirt with jean shorts and a black jacket. Eraserhead recognized the girl. She had applied for both the hero course and general studies for U.A., but she was just short of making the hero course. Mikuni Oriko.

She had a pretty decent quirk. She was capable of turning electrons into solid energy to create something similar to a laser. Her only problem was that she was slow and wasn't good at coming up with strategies, as well as was a little too easy going. In the end she failed because she wasn't fast enough to gain as many points needed to make it into the top forty.

Eraserhead watched her as she approached. She casually made her way down the street, a pleased look on her face. Eraserhead knew she was told about the villain. Despite this she didn't pay any attention to her surroundings and would even twirl every now and again when she pleased.

Eraserhead sighed before he jumped from the roof of the store landing directly in front of the student. She seemed surprised, even jumping back a little as a small glowing one started to form in front of the palm of her hand.

"Calm down." The hero stated as he stood casually with his hands on his pockets. "I'm a pro hero as well as a teacher at U.A."

The girl looked at him skeptically for a moment before sending him a bright smile. The girl was far to trusting. He knew she most likely didn't recognize him as either a hero or a teacher and yet she didn't ask him any questions to confirm his statement.

"Are you searching for Jack the Ripper?" The girl asked him as she beamed with pure happiness. Eraserhead found it slightly disturbing.

"If you know about him then why are you out here on your own." Eraserhead questioned. "Your not trying to -"

"Hunt after him? No. My parents just sent me to the store." The girl responded as she held up her hand to reveal multiple bags.

Eraserhead starred at the girl for a moment and started to form a slight disliking for her parents. Who send their fifteen year old daughter out at eleven when a murder was running around.

"I should walk you home to make sure nothing happens." Eraserhead stated. He himself didn't really like the idea of walking a bubbly fifteen year old home, but he would prefer to deal with the mold annoyance over finding her dead body the next morning.

The walk was awkward for Eraserhead. The girl, Mikuni, would ramble on about anything and everything. He was use to constant talking because of Mic, but this girl was different. At first he though she sounded like a child, but that didn't seem to fit the more he listened. It sounded more like she wasn't fully there.

When they finally did get to her house, it didn't look like much. The house was a decent size, but the outside looked poorly painted with graffiti covering them. The wires fence was broken with overgrown grass and vines tangled it it. There was a sad looking tree in the corner of the yard and a small pathway leading up to the porch which looked like it had a step broken.

Mikuni led the way up to the steps, jumping into the porch instead of using the one good step it had left. He waited as the girl dig through her pockets for her house key, finally finding it in her shoe.

"You can come in to set my bags down."

Eraserhead had been carrying her groceries for her and was planning on just handing them back, but the girl had already vanished down one of the halls. He signed as he entered the house and was surprised, though he didn't let his face show it.

For how bad the house looked on the outside, it looked amazing on the inside. The living room had a nice polished wooden floor with freshly painted white walls. There was a large black couch that made an L shape, with a large window behind it. There was a wooden coffee table and an entertainment center in front of the couch.

"Oriko, who's this?"

Eraserhead wasn't even paying attention to the woman sitting on the couch with a small girl laying next to her. He looked over to the woman. Most would call her super model gorgeous and she gave off an aurora that reminded him of Midnight. She had sunny blond hair that fell over her shoulders in curls and wore a nice white skirt with a matching blazer and a royal blue shirt underneath. What was unsettling about her though was her electric blue eyes that seemed to be constantly projecting data in the color of them. The same as the black haired nurse at the hospital.

"He's a teacher!" The teenager beamed as she leaned out from the kitchen, holding onto either side of the doorway to keep herself from falling. "He walked me home so sis wont dice me up."

The little girl who was sleeping sat up at this and turned to look at the pro hero. She was small with what looked like a small black cut over her left eye. Other then that she looked normal. She had light colored hair that could be a white or light purple and wore a white sun dress that had a lavender ribbon around the waist.

She looked at Eraserhead confused at first, the same way a child might when they saw something new. That quickly changed how as she now starred at him like a blood thirsty animal who just found their newest prey.

"Yes." Eraserhead responded, his face completely emotionless as he set the bags down. It was only then he realized what was in them. There were bags of blood you would find at the hospital, as well as rope and ice. He didn't really want to know what they were planning to do with the supplies but also knew it was his job to find out. "I have leave now, I'll just leave your things here."

As he left the small girl looked up at the woman with pleading eyes. "Mommy?"

"Yes."

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Aizawa found a place to observe the house while at the same time staying hidden. Where he was at, he could see both the front and back yard of the house and if they left from the sides he would still be able to see them walking away. He was two houses down, but the distance didn't bother him as much as it would have for other stealth missions.

Not too long latter he could see a dog start to form around the houses. It would make not only catching the villain, but also using his quirk a lot more difficult.

"Leaving so soon after someone invites you into their house like that is rude."

Aizawa jumped onto the house next to the one he was on, just barely dodging the knife mere centimeters away from his neck. Standing across from him was the small girl just barely visible through the fog. She was covered in a black cloak and was holding what looked like twin daggers.

The child disappeared in the fog. There was a long moment of silence before she came at Aizawa from behind. He easily dodged the attack sending his capture weapon after her, but was unable to get her.

She attacked again, this time with many hits instead of only one. Aizawa dodged most of them besides one that cut into his left arm and another that grazed his jaw while he was dodging a cut aimed for his throat. She was far too good for someone her age.

After Aizawa started to pick up on some of her patterns, he was able to grip her and pin her to the roof of the building. He activated his quirk which caused the fog to slowly fade away.

"Tell what your planning, your numbers, and locations."

Most would feel bad holding a child's arm behind their back, but Aizawa kept in mind that she most likely murdered over twenty people and would not hesitate to break the girls arm of needed as cruel as it sounded.

"Your mean, why can't I get away?"

"Answer." Aizawa said as as he pulled the girls arm.

The girl stayed silent as if waiting for something. She turned head to stair at Aizawa, a twisted smile creeping into her face.

"You can't use your quirk much longer."

It wasn't dated as a question, but as a fact. She was right though. His eyes were starring to bother him and if on cue, he blinked. When he opened his eyes again the girl had vanished into a faint blue light, the same way Eri had materialized Shirou.

Aizawa stood. The fighting had brought him to the last house. He stood there looking at the house on the end of the street as he pulled out his phone.

"Hello. Nedzu, I think I just found Jack the Ripper."