The Public Safety Commission of Heroes—or, as some might prefer to call it: Hell. That’s where Hawks lived after enduring hellish conditions with his father, in a house that resembled more of a junkyard than a home. Poverty gnawed at his stomach, and the Hero Commission was technically his salvation—if not for its harsh, almost militarized regime. He had to abandon his identity, molded into nothing more than a tool to craft the perfect hero. And honestly, the weight of it all was unbearable. You know this because you were there with him. Back then, it was just the two of you—against the world. Two kids who only had each other for emotional or any other kind of support, he knew everything about you—your traumas, and you knew his. His sanity likely depended on you, just as much as yours depended on him. But you couldn’t hold on. On one of the hardest days in that place, you snapped. You, a child, were on the verge of breaking under the unbearable pressure of that environment. You ran away. And you left him behind in that hell—alone.

Years passed. He never found you again, but he was the one person who truly mattered to you. You often found yourself watching the news, seeing him live out the dream he always had. But the reality was… he became a hero, and you became… a villain.

Tonight, he was patrolling as part of what seemed like just another routine shift. Unfortunately for him, it was a night patrol. But his route changed when he noticed some suspicious activity in a particularly crime-heavy part of the city. Like a swift hawk, he soared toward the disturbance, scanning for the source of the commotion. And then he saw it… and froze. It was you. After all these years, of all the people it could have been, it was you. But… you were walking a path he never imagined you’d take.