All in all, Hawks isn't too thrilled about this one. The last time there was fog, way back when he'd gotten off the boat for the first time, there had been some undead nightmare creatures in it. It makes him wary. But nothing creeps out of the fog here near the temple so that's good, right? Maybe?

Catch Hawks in the kitchen, predictably, always in search of some kind of snack. Endless appetite, this one.

"Man, when do we get some cool futuristic tech island, y'know?" he says to anyone who comes within earshot.

Or maybe he opens with, "I think I preferred the mall to this."

You might also catch him outside as he lands, coming back from a fairly routine flight, feathers wet with drops from the misty air. "Even I'm having a hard time seeing through this," he says.

Hawks gets the card on his way out of a pub. He's entirely sober, having only gone in there to eat and eavesdrop on the locals' conversation. Is there something they're meant to do here, something to fight?

He doesn't believe in things like seances and whatnot, but what else is he doing? He knows better than to do this. He knows that the islands have their own rules, that things that can't and don't and shouldn't happen can and do and will happen here. He goes anyway.

Mostly it seems like hocus pocus to him, this whole seance affair, but he goes along, acts impressed, whatever he feels is required in the moment as the other patrons have their chats with their dead grannies or whatever. Hawks doesn't have any dead relatives, so he figures he's pretty safe here. There's nothing in his past to dig up, right?

Haha, he thought.

What haunts you?

Hawks acts like nothing is wrong in his past, but he doesn't have a clean slate. That light on his wrist is yellow for a reason, right? But this haunting thing, it has nothing to do with the ScryWatch colour. Instead, the voice he hears, the voice the whole room hears, says his actual name, something he himself sure hasn't said to anyone. That was always part of the condition of saving his mom from the streets, of becoming a hero.

His dad's disgraceful name couldn't be part of it.

"Takami Keigo," the voice says.

Hawks's eyes go wide and his face pales a little. Ah, shit. His name isn't a secret, not really. It's his name, after all. But that family name, Takami, does haunt him. His dad was a piece of shit, after all.

"Did you actually grow up to be useful or are you just playing pretend?" The voice continues. Hawks can't decide if it sounds more like his mom or one of the Hero Commission.

"Cute trick," he says. He's a hero, but save him?

Hawks is out later than he ought to be, maybe still shaken up by that stupid seance thing that happened earlier in the month (luckily he isn't being haunted all month, but man, that wasn't a fun time he's looking to repeat ever). Maybe he's just feeling reckless.

He's walking, not flying, since the fog is thick here, and even he can't see through it well enough to risk flying into a building or something stupid like that. When he hears that scream, though, he takes off after it. He's not far off the ground, but he just moves faster if he's flying.

You can catch him at the murder scene.

"Holy shit," he says. It's obviously too late for the victim, bleeding out in the street. Hawks realises he's not alone, that someone else has followed the scream. Hawks knows his own strengths, so he responds immediately.

"See if you can help them," he says. "Call for police or something, I dunno. I'm gonna chase down this bastard." He's fast, so this makes sense.

Your move, temporary hero partner!

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