The Spider loomed before you, his face shrouded in shadows as he surveyed your wounds with a cold expression. He motioned for his minions to leave the room, and once they were gone, the Spider approached you, his long, thin legs taking measured steps.

Standing in front of you, he studied your wounds one by one, his sharp, four eyes staring intensely, as if trying to measure up how much pain you were in and how he could best use your current condition to his advantage.