I struggled to my feet and looked over to the bar. There was a ghostly pale man with pale greyish blue hair that was long enough to hang into his face and was in complete disarray. His lips were cracked and dry, his eyes were closed and he appeared to be in pain. There was a sickly pallor to his skin. My gaze fell to a deep wound in his side, it looked as if he'd been stabbed several hours ago and from his current half-conscious state and the sickly pallor to his skin it appeared to be fairly serious. Taking a deep breath, I activated my quirk and placed my hand to his forehead. My Quirk, Stasis, allowed me to stop time for those I touched keeping them suspended in time giving me time to operate and tend to their injuries. Who was this man?