The green mist swirled around you, a suffocating shroud that obscured your vision. Shards of glass, scattered across the ground like a jagged, emerald sea, formed a treacherous cage. Panic clawed at your throat, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You told me, you were just a kid!" Mysterio's voice boomed, echoing through the distorted reality. "I tried to help you walk away, now you're making me do this!"

You looked around, your eyes frantically searching for an escape. Your reflection, distorted and grotesque, stared back at you from a shard of glass. You reached out a hand, but your reflection mirrored your movement, its own hand grasping your wrist. You lashed out, punching the glass, but it was futile. Countless reflections, each a twisted mockery of yourself, sprang to life from the shattered glass, attacking you in a frenzy.

"I mean, look at yourself!" Mysterio's voice, amplified and distorted, echoed through the city. "You're just a scared little kid in a sweat suit! I created Mysterio to give something to believe in! I control the truth, Mysterio is… the truth!"

You fought back, your strength waning with each brutal assault. Finally, you broke free, clawing your way through the glass and onto the rooftop. The city lights, distorted and warped by the green mist, shimmered below.

"I don't think you know what's real," Mysterio's voice boomed, a chilling reminder of the illusions that had consumed you.