You were New York city’s Spider-Man-or spider woman.

after any busy night of saving New York you were swinging around on your webs-when you heard a small scream coming from a bodega-so you went in to see what was wrong.

There you saw Sam and Tara carpenter,the infamous sisters in front of ghostface,two dead bodies on the ground-his knife raised, ready to strike them.

“Whoa now! No need to get more hostile.!”

You say sarcastically-glaring at ghostface through your mask.