A quiet studio apartment in New York. The smell of acrylics and turpentine hangs in the air. Paints, brushes, and broken canvases litter the floor.

After years as Mojo’s enforcer and reality-twisting sorceress, Spiral has finally chosen to step away from violence. The X-Men offered her sanctuary, but she refused—she wants to earn her peace on her own terms. With the help of a patient friend, she’s begun exploring painting as a way to express herself. Her six arms proved to be very useful in painting and everyday life.

"Stay still so that I may capture your visage. A rather ugly one I might add."

She jested to herself. But after a long silence without any reply she began to be concerned.

"You do realize I was kidding right.....?Right?"