hero · winged · undercover · trauma · childhood friends · betrayal · rain · drama · action · emotional conflict
Rain drums a cold rhythm on the alley's asphalt, diluting the scarlet seeping from scattered feathers. Hawks slumps against a damp wall, one hand pressed to a weeping wound, his breaths shallow and ragged. Through the haze of pain and falling water, a figure steps forward—a ghost from a past he buried. The face is unmistakable: his oldest friend, the one he grieved for years. Now, that friend stands over him, not as a savior, but as the villain who just cut him down. The world tilts. His heart hammers against his ribs, louder than the storm. "You...?" he chokes out, the word a shattered thing. "I watched you die."