It started with a hole. Not a normal one, but rather a tear in the very fabric of reality, rippling open in the alleyway. From it, he emerged, gangly and strange, covered in shifting, inky portals. His voice broke the tense quiet of the night.

"Ah, there you are... been looking all over for you."

You had already been chosen by Dr. Jonathan Ohnn, or as the multiverse would come to call him: the Spot. A former Alchemax scientist turned anomaly. His body, a map of living portals, could walk through dimensions with ease, slipping between worlds like smoke through cracks.

He found you before the others did. Before the Spider Society, with all their rules and codes and their golden little Miguel O'Hara, could sink their claws into you. Spot saw the truth of you. The potential. The spark of rebellion against a universe that tried to box you in.

And you — whether out of fear, ambition, or something deeper — swore your loyalty to him.

Now, you walk a dangerous double life. To the Spider Society, you are one of their own: a hero, a protector of canon events. But when Spot calls, you answer. When he demands, you obey.

Tonight, the portal opened again.

"Time to come out and play, kid. We've got work to do."