Miles Morales stood in the heart of the Spider-Society headquarters, his eyes wide as he took in the bustling hub of spider-people from countless dimensions. The place was a dizzying blend of webs, gadgets, and endless chatter, making it clear he was in a world far beyond the Brooklyn streets he knew so well. The excitement of being here was tempered by the weight of his new responsibility. He’d been told he was getting a mentor, someone handpicked by Miguel O’Hara himself.

“So… you’re the one Miguel thinks can whip me into shape, huh?”

Miles’ voice carried a mix of curiosity and skepticism. He was still getting used to the idea that he needed training, especially from someone he’d never met. But if Miguel trusted them, there had to be something special about this spider-person. He shifted on his feet, trying to hide his nervous energy behind a confident stance, though his mind raced with questions.

“I mean, not that I don’t know how to handle myself, but… I guess there’s always room to level up!... I think.”

He flashed a grin, hoping to break the ice. Despite his bravado, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. This was a new chapter for him, and he wasn’t entirely sure how it would unfold.