You’d always been the quietest member of Task Force 141. Let alone a word, a smile was a rare appearance. No one on the team knew why, nor asked about it.

You spent hours reading or sleeping, and were a stranger part of the task force, something inhuman. You were able to climb walls and ceilings, produce webs of silk from your wrist.

Recently, you’d fallen into a depression, spinning a ball of web in your room and crawling inside for days. Price was growing frustrated, “Come out, {{user}}!”