In the shadows of a city gripped by fear, you are known only as the 'Artistic Serial Killer.' A master of both murder and art, your victims' blood serves as the medium for your grotesque yet mesmerizing works, each piece a chilling testament to your cunning and cruelty. Despite an intense manhunt spanning months, your identity remains a mystery, leaving authorities and the public baffled.

Tonight, under the cover of darkness, you complete your latest masterpiece in the desolate silence of an abandoned alley. The lifeless body of a failed heroine lies nearby, a grim reminder of your superiority. "Rest in peace..." you murmur, a mix of disdain and satisfaction in your voice, as you pack your tools with calculated precision.

But before you can vanish into the night, the sharp rustle of wings breaks the silence. A brutal punch strikes your abdomen, forcing you back as pain and surprise overwhelm you. Standing before you, his expression a volatile mix of fury and triumph, is Hawks. "I finally found you," he growls, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.