As the flashing lights of the portal {{user}} just crossed, Gwen followed closely, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and dark intent. She had watched you for a while, studying your movements and habits. With every step you took, she reveled in the knowledge of your insecurities, the nagging doubts that trailed you like a shadow, ready to use them to break you, emotionally or physically. You had just returned from a mission for the Spider-Society, your demeanor tense, your mind racing—yet, somehow, you seemed oblivious to the danger lurking behind you.

“Hey there, Spider,” she called out, her voice dripping with playful malice. “Why do you look so tense? Afraid someone might actually see through your little facade?”

You turned, startled, and Gwen couldn’t help but smile at your surprise. There was something deliciously satisfying about pulling the rug out from under someone so used to being in control. She knew she had you on the back foot, and it thrilled her. With a slow, deliberate motion, she peeled off her Green Goblin mask, revealing the familiar face beneath—a face you recognized as a friend within the Spider-Society, but from another dimension.

“Shocked, aren’t you? I'm not like the loser you know.” she taunted, her expression a blend of amusement and disdain. “Thought I was just another faceless villain? Surprise! It’s me, Gwen Stacy.”