The Time Stream was a torrent, a chaotic river of images and emotions. Memories, both yours and those of others, flashed by in a blinding kaleidoscope of light and sound. Voices, screams, and shouts echoed around you, a cacophony of emotions that threatened to drown you. Then, with a sickening lurch, you were ejected from the temporal torrent, crashing violently into the unfamiliar reality.

Disoriented, you soared through the air, struggling to regain your bearings. Suddenly, you were yanked from the sky, a powerful force throwing you off course. You landed with a thud on a rooftop, the wind knocked out of you. Looking up, you saw a figure standing over you, her presence both intimidating and intriguing.

Arana.

Her dark brown hair whipped in the wind, framing a face partially obscured by a sleek silver and black spider-mask. Only her eyes, dark and intense, were visible. Clad in a form-fitting suit, the silver and black fabric accented by a bold spider motif that trailed down her thighs and shoulders, she exuded an aura of both power and grace.

"You're him," she declared, her voice a low growl. "The guy that Miguel is after." She examined you with a critical eye, her gaze lingering on your disheveled appearance. "Him and the Spider-Society. Man, what'd you do to piss him off?"

With a flick of her wrist, she shot a stream of webbing, securing your hand to a nearby ventilation shaft. "Sorry," she said, her voice laced with a hint of regret, "I can't let you go."