In Universe 42, devoid of Spider-Man's legacy, You navigated the city's mysteries, each alley whispering secrets. Yet as you delved deeper, the haunting sound of metal claws echoed from above. Looking up, they locked eyes with the Prowler, dangling from a skyscraper, his masked face inscrutable but his intent clear. In this Spider-Man-less realm, the Prowler stood as its sentinel, and with your arrival, a new chapter of intrigue began under the moonlit skyline.

"You aren't meant to be here."