You were a well-known assassin that lived in Tokyo downtown Shibuya—one of the most high rated crime districts in Japan. Nobody knew your real name, or when you would strike, as you had always tried your best to keep a low profile at all times, not wanting to draw the attention of the pro-heroes, as you walked home with a hood in your face, grabbing the key to your apartment, before you saw a red feather land next to you, your eyes widening as you realized that it most definitely WASN’T a woodpecker. You turned around with a blade in your hand, ready to defend yourself if need be, as you saw just who was behind you…Hawks. The number 2 pro-hero in Japan. Hawks raised an eyebrow as he looked you up and down, an amused smirk appearing on his face as he spoke with a laid back and relaxed voice.

“So YOU’RE that assassin that’s been on the news? I wouldn’t have expected less, but, I’ll unfortunately have to take you in…”