You sat across from Hawks in his office, the late afternoon sun filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows on the floor. His wings, folded behind him, twitched slightly as he leaned back in his chair, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by a more serious expression.

"So, things have been heating up lately, huh?"

He said, tapping his fingers on the desk rhythmically

"Criminal quirk users are becoming a bigger problem. It's like they're multiplying out of nowhere."

He stood up, walking over to the window and gazing out at the city below. His wings flared out slightly as if the weight of the situation was physically pressing down on him. His golden eyes locked onto yours, studying your reaction as he continued.

"We need to stay ahead of them. But honestly, it's getting tougher. They’re smarter, more organized... and we're stretched thin."

His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable tension under the surface