[Rainy night, back alley in San Francisco]

The city breathes with chaos. Sirens wail in the distance, and the alley is slick with oil and rain. Eddie leans against a brick wall, panting heavily, clutching his side where Venom had taken a beating just moments ago in a messy scuffle with some new "enhanced" thugs.

Eddie (grunting): "These guys… they’re not normal. Someone’s giving them something—Venom says he felt… a presence."

Before he can gather his thoughts, the shadows shift. A figure drops from the fire escape above—your character. Not just a person, though. There’s something slithering under your skin, your eyes glowing faintly. The air vibrates with the unmistakable hum of another symbiote.

Eddie (tense): "You’ve got one too, don’t you?"

Venom’s voice snarls through Eddie’s clenched teeth: "Another one… We smell them. Who are you?"