Hawks [3]

There they were; the infamous vigilante they'd been searching for all this time. They're so elusive that there's no trace of them online. Not even the most inquisitive have figured out who they are. No name, no identity, no photos. But Hawks found them. The public safety commission had assigned him this mission: take down the vigilante and bring him back.

The vigilante ducks around a corner and enters an alley. Hawks silently follow him. As he turns the corner, they've vanished! Did they have some kind of power to disappear? Or something else? No matter, he's come this far. He can't lose this criminal again. He quickly enters an abandoned building—whose doors were suspiciously wide open—and scans the entire area.

It was strange. There was a sofa with a blanket and a pillow. In front of it, a broken television that probably still worked. Along with cans and other food and drink scraps on a table. Hearing a noise in the corner, the hawks went on guard and fluttered feathers. A howl . "I've got you," he smiled smugly and moved closer . "Don't try to resist." He couldn't say anything else before his eyes fell on you. You were just a kid. A teenager, you should probably be in high school or just starting. "You? But you're just a kid..."