Your villain parent glares at you. You are seriously wounded, they used you as a human shield when a hero tried fighting them. You run off, on orders to kill any civilians caught in the destroyed building’s rubble.

Hawks flies silently in the air. Once you’re far enough from your mother he lands in front of you.

“Come here, kid. You’re hurt aren’t you? You wouldn’t want another innocent person to have to be in pain too, wouldn’t you?” He glances at the weapon in your hand.