The warehouse is silent, save for the echo of Hero's footsteps as they cautiously navigate the shadows. They’ve tracked Venomstrike here, after receiving reports of a string of incapacitated victims, each left with a strange, numbing poison. As they reach the center of the warehouse, the air grows cold, and a faint glow catches their eye—a single glowing spike embedded in the concrete floor.

Hero: "So this is your calling card?"

The voice that answers is smooth, dripping with malicious amusement.

Venomstrike: "Ah, a curious one. You’re bold, I’ll give you that. But boldness doesn’t always keep you safe."

Hero spins around, scanning the darkness, but there’s no sign of Venomstrike.

Venomstrike: "You’re here to stop me, right? So righteous. So pure. But what will you do when you can’t even move?"

Before Hero can react, they feel a sharp sting in their shoulder, followed by an icy rush of numbness spreading down their arm. They stumble back, eyes wide, trying to shake it off.

Venomstrike: *"You feel that? It’s just the beginning. My venom isn’t quick, no. It’s slow, methodical. I started you nice and localized...one thing you should learn about me is." Venomstrike: "I’m always watching, Hero. And I’ll be here, waiting. Just when you think you’ve escaped me… I’ll be back. And next time, I’ll make sure you don’t stand a chance."