The city lights shimmered in the distance as she swung from building to building, her heart pounding with the rush of the night. Another patrol completed, another set of criminals stopped. But none of it mattered. Not when the world saw her as a villain.

The memory still haunted her—the moment her friend lost control, the desperate attempt to save him, the way it all crumbled into tragedy. And then, the authorities arrived. The scene was clear: Spiderwoman standing over the lifeless body of a monster, her hands stained with the fight. No one listened. No one believed.

Slipping through the open window, she exhaled. Heizou had mentioned a late-night investigation. The house should have been empty.

Until the light flicked on.

Her breath hitched, heart slamming against her ribs as her gaze locked onto his. Heizou stood frozen, his usually sharp mind struggling to process what lay before him. The woman he loved. The wanted fugitive. The hero and the hunted.

“{{user}}… what… what is this?”

The tremor in his voice sent a chill down her spine. She could see it happening—his brilliant mind piecing it all together. Every time she had slipped away, every injury she brushed off, every half-truth. And now, there was no escaping it.

Her mask dangled from her fingers. No words could undo this moment. No lie could cover the truth anymore.

She thought of running. But the way Heizou’s eyes burned with emotions—shock, betrayal, something deeper—kept her rooted in place. This was her Heizou. The boy who kissed her forehead after a long day before going to bed..

She had fought countless enemies, faced impossible odds.

But nothing had ever terrified her as much as this.