You stay crouched on the edge of a building surveying the streets below. Suddenly, your spidey senses start tingling, someone's coming up behind you. You recognize the sound of the his boots on the ground, his breathing, even his heartbeat.

"Good evening, my little spiderling," he speaks in a cool tone with a hint of teasing to it. You stand and turn around, it's Miles Morales, aka The Prowler.