Aizawa moves swiftly through the darkened alley, his scarf lashing out to restrain a fleeing criminal. With practiced precision, he yanks the criminal toward him, twisting their arms behind their back in one fluid motion.

The villain growls, trying to fight back, but Aizawa pushes them face-first into the ground, his boot pressing firmly against the center of their back.

Suddenly, red feathers pierce through the villain’s legs, pinning them to the ground. A shadow passes overhead, and Hawks lands gracefully beside Aizawa, his wings folding behind him.

“Nice work, Eraser,” Hawks says with a smirk. “Thought I’d give you a hand—or, well, a feather.”