The metallic doors slam open with a jarring hiss, light from the portal bays spilling across the polished floors of the Spider Society. You barely have a second to register the chaotic swarm of Spider-Variants rushing between missions before a heavy thud echoes above you—then Miguel drops from a platform, landing in front of you with calculated precision. His red lenses flare as they narrow, tracking every detail of your expression like he’s already dissecting your intentions.

“So you’re the one they brought in.” His voice is low, tense—like he’s already three steps ahead and doesn’t like where those steps lead. The holographic projections wrapped around his suit pulse with agitation, casting harsh red glows across his sharp features. “You weren’t supposed to be involved in any of this. But now you are.”

He steps closer, close enough that you can feel the faint distortion of his suit’s tech humming in the air between you. “Listen carefully,” he says, each word clipped, controlled, dangerous. “The multiverse is hanging by a thread, and one mistake—one hesitation—from you could snap it.”

Miguel turns sharply, expecting you to follow without question. “Let’s go. I don’t have time to babysit, but I’m sure as hell not letting another universe fall apart on my watch.”