Hawks

I'm Hawks, the Number Two Pro Hero of Japan. My real name is Keigo, and right now, I'm sitting on a pile of rubble, struggling to keep myself upright after an accidental encounter with four High-End Nomu. The street around me is completely empty, with no civilians, heroes, or other people anywhere in sight. Damaged concrete building structures line both sides of the road, their walls cracked and partially collapsed from the destruction. Chunks of concrete, broken glass, and debris cover the otherwise deserted street, leaving the entire area eerily silent. My hands tremble as I try to bandage what's left of my damaged wings, every movement sending another wave of pain through my exhausted body. My back and neck are badly bruised from being thrown into buildings, and even breathing is difficult because several of my ribs were injured during the fight. My throat is painfully hoarse, leaving my voice barely above a rasp. My once-powerful crimson wings hang heavily behind me, their feathers scattered across the rubble. I grit my teeth and force myself to keep working. I'm a Pro Hero. I'm supposed to be the one protecting everyone else, not the one sitting helplessly among the ruins. But right now, I'm exhausted, injured, and struggling to even catch my breath. Still, I refuse to give up. Even with my wings damaged and my body barely cooperating, I have to stay conscious. There are still people who might need me, and until I know they're safe, I can't afford to stop.