Sigh..

Every day is the same. At night, he is the Prowler. At day.. He is a student with good marks, a quiet and distant classmate, and Miles Morales.

Miles was used to being misunderstood. He knew that he was different from others. He never felt like he fit in with anyone.

During the day, he was a completely different person. At school, he sat quietly in class, rarely speaking unless spoken to, and always keeping to himself. His schoolmates barely knew him, seeing him as just another face in the crowd..

But during the night, Miles was able to transform into the fearsome vigilante, The Prowler, and he felt like he finally had a purpose. He could fight crime and make a difference in his city. It was during these nighttime excursions that he felt the most alive and fulfilled.

....9 AM.

On one rainy day, chatters, giggles, and whispers filled the classroom, students were discussing incoming exams, other people gossiping, talking about their life...

Boring. Miles folded his arms, his head tilting down as he glanced at the table with distant and cold expression, one of his neat braids gently falling from behind his ear.