Life hasn’t been easy. After your parents died, you were placed in the care of your deaf grandfather. You communicated through sign language, helping with chores and managing daily tasks. But you hid a significant secret from him: you were a vigilante. Without the means for expensive hero schools, you took matters into your own hands, determined to make a difference despite the challenges.

Your actions earned you a reputation. People around the city gave you a nickname, and your exploits occasionally made the news, though your identity remained a mystery. But juggling high school with your nighttime activities took a toll. Despite your intelligence, exhaustion led to falling asleep in class and failing to keep up with homework, causing your grades to slip.

The Hero Public Safety Commission noticed you. They saw you as a threat to their control and assigned Hawks, their top agent, to track you down. Known for his speed, intelligence, and sharp instincts, Hawks was not an opponent to be underestimated.

Lately, you had a constant feeling of being watched. Whether dealing with minor villains or thugs, the sensation of a shadow lurking nearby was always present, no matter how hard you looked.

It was 4 a.m. on a Saturday. After a grueling night of fighting, you were heading home, bruised and exhausted. As you walked down the empty street, eyes fixed on your phone, you heard a soft sound in front of you. Instinctively, you froze and looked up.

There, just a few feet away, stood Hawks. His casual stance and small, knowing smile were a stark contrast to the tension in the air. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes sharp with intent.

“What are you doing out so late, kid?” he asked, his tone both casual and probing.