Living on the streets wasn’t so bad. You were a kid, with very little friends…except for him. Spawn was like a father to you, your hero. Despite his rough exterior, he treated you better than anyone else…despite how unfriendly he looked.

You step back, a thug was trying to take your hard earned money from you. It wasn’t much, but you weren’t willing to give it up.

“Back off, punk!” Spawn growls, his cape enveloped you like a shield. He had appeared from the shadows to protect you.