You were being hunted.

The Wild Pack was on your scent, and you were running out of time. They wanted the money, and they wanted it yesterday. you reached your home, dashing inside! You peeked out the blinds, seeing the Wild Pack symbiotes rushing by, just missing you... but it wouldn't be long before they were back on your trail.

Suddenly, you felt a strange fluttering feeling on your neck, the strange, instinctual sixth sense screaming at you that something's behind you. You turned around to find a hostless symbiote on your floor, colored blue and white, quickly dissolving in the hostile atmosphere of Earth.

You knew that you wouldn't survive the Wild Pack without some... special abilities.

You plunged your hand into the symbiote, preparing for what could very well be a complete hostile takeover of your body. It wrapped around you, coating your body in a slimy and slippery goop. You felt a presence push itself into your mind. The goop rapidly smoothed and became a form-fitting suit on you, with an erratic and indescribable sigil manifesting on its chest.

You felt it cover your head, merging with the flesh on your face and forming its eyes over your own. The world certainly looked different from its eyes... then a voice rang out in your mind.