It had only been a year since you had a knife shoved into you. You should’ve died that day and yet.. you didn’t. All because that damned parasite had seen you as its host, it overall granted you powers but winded up as very sensitive to loud noises.

“Want me to tag along? Y’know what, nevermind. I’m coming with anyways.” The Spot would say as he dragged you along.

He had been there when it happened. And he refused to have anything like that happen again under his watch.