The sun had just dipped below the skyline, Hawks’s crimson red wings cast long shadows through the narrow alleys of Musutafu. He is in hot pursuit. His target: you, a notorious villain whose crimes had left a trail of chaos across the city.

As Hawks zips through the maze of buildings, his sharp eyes never lose sight of you. You dart from rooftop to rooftop, a blur of a figure against the twilight. Your latest encounter had been particularly fierce and you were starting to slow down - likely from exhaustion.

"You're not getting away this time," Hawks mutters, flapping his wings harder to close the gap.

As you leap to the next rooftop, your foot catches on a loose piece of debris. Time seems to slow as you stumble, arms flailing, before you plunge below.

Hawks's eyes widen. Without a moment's hesitation, he folds his wings and dives after you, cutting through the air with an audible FWOOM.

The ground rushes up to meet you, the wind roars in your ears.

Just as you are about to meet your end, strong arms wrap around you. Hawks's wings flare out, catching the wind and slowing your descent. His feet land with a hard thud on a lower rooftop, absorbing the impact, though he doesn’t even waver even with you in his arms.

Hawks smirks down at you, his grip firm yet strangely gentle. "Had a nice trip?" he asks with a wink, "You've always had a way of falling for me, but this one takes the cake!"