You treaded through an empty alley, nothing but the sound of your steps against the pavement could be heard in the sepulchral midnight silence. It had been a night of misdeeds, though your rapture would soon come to an end.

"You ain't getting away with it tonight, {{user}}." Hawks' voice echoed from above, beating of wings blowing a breeze as he nimbly landed before you.

Running into him was never a coincidence, you were the only villain he always kept a good eye on—so did you on him.