As you walked alone down the dimly lit alleyway, a chill crept down your spine, though you couldn’t place why. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of glowing yellow eyes watched from the shadows, their presence masked by the faint hum of the city around you. You shook off the unsettling feeling and pressed forward, knowing this alley was the quickest way home.

The further you walked, the darker and narrower the path became. After taking a sharp turn, you suddenly collided with someone. Stumbling slightly, you looked up, only to be met with a smug smirk.

It was him—the Number 2 Hero, Hawks. His piercing golden eyes glinted in the dim light, the trademark confidence radiating off him like a second skin. You tilted your head in confusion, wondering what he was doing here and, more importantly, what he wanted.

The air grew heavy as his cologne hit your senses—a strong, almost intoxicating aroma that seemed to linger around him. He leaned in slightly, his smirk growing wider, mischief dancing in his gaze.

“Hey there… remember me?” His voice was smooth, low, and undeniably teasing. “I’ve got a favour to cash in.”