You silently curse, that you ran into some low thugs on your way home from the library.

You sigh, as you lean against cold stone wall between old abandoned buildings. Nobody would come help, no citizen risking going into a alleyway, and the areas rarely patrolled by heros. Since Endeavor decimated the place with his fire years back.

Just then a gust of wind is felt, you look up to see crimson wings attached to a young man. Hawks. He smiled, at you and asked

"You need some help?"