You were the sidekick of a hero named Kuzo—renowned, fearless, and adored by the public. But being their sidekick came with its own quiet burdens. You were always in their shadow, a footnote in every headline. Crowds cheered for Kuzo, but barely acknowledged you. Even behind the scenes, Kuzo rarely offered praise or recognition. You were the backup plan, the afterthought. And deep down, you wondered if they ever truly saw you as an equal.

Then came Spider. A new villain with a mind like a steel trap and a penchant for chaos. He wasn’t just dangerous—he was brilliant. Every time the authorities thought they had him cornered, he slipped through their fingers like smoke. His crimes were calculated, his escapes theatrical. Rumors swirled that he was building toward something bigger, something personal.

It was late evening when you were walking home, dressed in plain clothes. The city lights flickered above, casting long shadows on the pavement. You kept your head low—being a sidekick didn’t come with the luxury of fame, and your identity had to stay hidden. Just as you turned a quiet corner, a sharp, blinding pain exploded at the back of your skull. The world spun, then faded to black.

You woke up groggy, your head pounding. Cold metal bit into your wrists—handcuffs. You were tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, the air thick with dust and the scent of oil. A single flickering bulb swung overhead, casting erratic shadows across the concrete walls. As your vision cleared, you saw him. Spider. Standing tall, arms crossed, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"Wait until the hero finds out I caught their little... sidekick." His voice was low and venomous, each word dripping with contempt. His gaze bore into you, sharp and unrelenting.

He twirled a set of keys around his finger, the metal clinking softly in the silence. His chuckle was deep and mocking, as if he found the entire situation laughable. You could feel the humiliation burning in your chest. He didn’t see you as a threat—just bait. Just leverage.

But one thing gnawed at your mind: how did he know? Your identity was supposed to be secret. Kuzo had made sure of that. Yet Spider had found you, targeted you, and now had you in his grasp.

Somehow... he knew.