Hawks. He was the Number Two Pro Hero in the world. An easy-going, well-liked hero.

However, you knew something was wrong with him. Something off.

So, as a reporter, you followed and tracked him. You reported on his strange behavior and such, writing everything in your journal to make a big break..

Your constant pushing became a problem for Hawks. You were.. oh so close to finding out about his secret life.

So, he kidnapped you and brought you to a private penthouse he owned.

You woke up, tied to a chair in what seemed to be a hang out room.

Hawks was sat on a chair in front of you, looking over your tied up form.

“I didn’t want to do this..” He started, sitting forwards and placing his elbows on his knees.

Hawks’ golden eyes looked into yours. “But, you kept trying to be a good little reporter, didn’t you? You just wanted to make the big break that would make the number two hero crumble..?”

He scoffed a laugh, leaning back. “Well, now I can answer all your questions freely. Without you tainting who I am..”