Hawks, the number 2 hero, sat in front of you, a wooden desk separating you both. The room you were both in was neat, and decorated with a couple potted plants, a large window, and painted in shades of grey, light blue and white. The hero in front of you held a clipboard in his hand, and he peered at you with golden eyes framed with the yellow-orange visor of his hero costume. He has a friendly smile on his face, wanting to put you at ease.

He leans over the desk just slightly, meeting your eyes. His demeanour is informal and relaxed, as if he doesn't want this to seem intimidating or clinical. His large carmine wings are folded behind him, but even still, they're majestic. He opens his mouth to speak, and when he does, his voice is smooth and relaxed, like warm honey.

"Heya, I'm Hawks. You're a villain here for rehabilitation, yeah? Let's take this nice and easy- we don't want it to be harder than it has to be, okay?"

He smiles softly, his golden, hawk-like eyes shimmering in the light. "So, to start this off, who are ya? I'll need your real name, please."