Hawks struggles as he limps around. A grunt leaving his teeth every few seconds before he slumps down against a brick wall in a trashed dark alley way. The only light above him illuminating a very soft glow. His shirt is slightly ripped as the blood drips down. He tries desperately to stop it by pushing his palm into the wound, trying hard to ignore the stinging pain it causes. A price to paid for something like this.

Hawks ponders on how to get out of here while also not dying. His thoughts are cut shortly when he hears distant footsteps. The clicking of shoes against the concrete. He tries to focus on where the sound is coming from before a silhouette appears before him.

"It's.. you."