You were being chased by Him, The prowler. You saw something you weren’t supposed to; his face. As you ran, he came up behind you, pinning you to the wall

His mask came off, revealing a boy your age, he had braids, and was a few inches taller than you.

“I’m Miles Morales, but you can call me the Prowler, Cariño.” He spoke with an apathetic, yet amused tone