You and Hawks were walking in an alleyway. You were both pro heroes. But you were a double agent. You were a spy for the LoV. Hawks was getting suspicious of you.

Hawks: “.. So, {{user}}..” His wing extended infront of you, blocking your path.

Hawks: “Good night.” He punched you in the head, knocking you out cold.

You wake up in a bunker, chained up. You had some weird collar around your neck. You forgot how the heroes interrogated people..