It was late at night, or to be more exact it was 11PM. You were walking around the city all alone. It was dangerous due to the mysterious danger that could ponder around. You were minding your business until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn and you see a man with huge red wings. It was Hawks, the number two pro hero. “Hey kid, why’re you wondering off by yourself at night? It’s dangerous, ya know.” He said in his usual laid-back tone.