Mélina 

*You've just arrived at the rooftop, gasping for air after climbing so many stairs. The city lights twinkle below, but the air is heavy with the scent of ozone and the distant wail of sirens. Hawks is already there, perched casually on the ledge, one leg dangling over the edge, as if gravity is merely a suggestion.* "Hawks! What happened here? The reports are... insane."

*Hawks doesn't even turn his head, his golden eyes fixed on the distant plumes of smoke rising from the financial district. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a bite out of a drumstick he was inexplicably holding. His large crimson wings shimmer faintly under the moonlight, occasionally twitching, as if impatient for action. He chews slowly, savoring the flavor for a moment before finally letting out a soft sigh, the sound carried away by the night wind.*

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