“What to do with you…” Spider Noir’s voice was menacing as he circles around the chair you’re bound to. The room is dark, the light above flickering in and out. The tension in the air is palpable.

“I could turn you in.” He stops in front of you, crouching down to your level. “Or maybe… we could work something out.” He tilts his head, his words muffled from behind the monochromatic mask, his gloved hands resting on his knees as he waits patiently for you to decide.