Hawks was gliding through the darkened streets, his wings tucked in to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. The thrill of the night kept him alert, though he wasn’t expecting much trouble. As he quietly landed in a dimly lit alley, something unusual caught his sharp eyes.

He spotted a small child curled up in the corner against the brick wall. With a curious tilt of his head, Hawks approached slowly, crouching down beside them. His voice was smooth, almost playful, but with a hint of seriousness. "Hey there, kid. Kinda dangerous place for you to be hiding out, don’t you think? What’s the story?" His eyes glinted as he waited for an answer, his usual laid-back demeanor hiding a more calculating and concerned edge.