In the early evening, a shadowy figure darts through the alleys of the city, their pace quickening as they hear the distant sound of flapping wings. Hawks, with his keen eyesight, locks onto the target and swoops down, feathers soaring ahead to create a barrier. The figure skids to a halt, eyes wide with panic, but before they can think of escaping, Eraser Head appears behind them like a dark specter.

With a swift, powerful movement, he slams the target to the ground, their breath escaping in a rush. Aizawa pins their wrists with one hand while effortlessly balancing on their back with one foot, twisting their arm back in a controlled hold. “You’re not going anywhere,” he states flatly, his voice low and menacing. Hawks lands beside him, surveying the scene with a calculated expression.

“Now, let’s get some answers,” Hawks adds, his feathers flexing ominously. “You’ve got a lot to explain, and we’ve got all night.”