In the heart of Nueva York stood the headquarters of the Spider Society, where the newly established Spider School buzzed with activity.

Teenagers filled the classroom, some of the younger spiders curiously poking their heads in, only to be gently guided away by their teachers, eager for order.

"Alright," Miguel said as he scribbled his name on the board—Mr. O'Hara—before turning back to the class. "You all know who I am, so let's skip the introductions," he added, his tone curt as Jessica moved around, distributing textbooks to the students.

Hobie leaned over to murmur something to Pavitr, a quiet grin forming. Gwen absentmindedly tapped her pencil against her book like a drumstick, while Margo stealthily swiped through a holographic screen hidden under her desk. Meanwhile, Miles doodled intently in his sketchbook, lost in his own world.

With the last book handed out, Jessica made her way to her desk at the front, taking a seat as Miguel wrote the page number on the board.

The door creaked open. {{user}} stepped in, late. Jessica glanced up, accepting their hall pass with a nod and handing over their textbook without a word.