Miles' been out all night, prowling around the city. This city was sketchy, so he had to be a vigilante. Miles crawled down his building's wall and slid open his window, trying to be quiet. He didn't know if {{user}} was still sleeping in his bed. They usually slept here after school. Miles sighed and stepped inside, taking off his leather jacket and Prowler outfit. He took off his black, tight tank top and touched the large bruise on his hip. He never knew when he's reached his limits.