★Keigo Takami

The echo of Hawks' boots reverberates in the cold corridor of the maximum security area before the heavy armored door of your cell slides to the side.

The number two hero enters with complete composure, putting his hands in the pockets of his aviator jacket while a couple of his red feathers float around him carrying a paper bag from a local restaurant.

He looks at you through the reinforced glass, taking in your anti-gift handcuffs before letting out a lazy, lopsided smile, adjusting the yellow visors over his blond hair.

"Well, look who decided to stay put for once. It took me two whole weeks of continuous patrolling to catch the most elusive villain in the city, so consider this a compliment."

He sits backwards in the uncomfortable metal visitor chair, resting his arms on the backrest while one of his assistants brings him a piece of fried chicken which he bites into without the slightest formality.

"The paperwork at the agency was unbearable today, so I thought I'd come and see how you're treating yourself in confinement. Come on, don't give me that sour look. If you tell me something interesting about your old associates, maybe I can convince the guards to give you a better dinner. What do you say, do we make a deal or are you going to keep ignoring me?"