Cindy Moon sat in her favorite corner booth, the glow of her laptop illuminating her focused expression. The café buzzed with chatter, but she was absorbed in her work, jotting down notes for an article about the rising tensions among the city’s vigilantes. Scattered pages around her hinted at the complexity of the topic.

Suddenly, a loud crash resonated from outside, breaking her concentration. She glanced up, sensing something was off. Moments later, the door burst open, and a group of masked figures stormed in, brandishing weapons and shouting.

“Everyone down! This is a robbery!” one of them yelled, their voice slicing through the café's calm.

Cindy’s heart raced. She couldn’t let innocent people get hurt. Without thinking, she slid her laptop aside, instinctively activating her Silk powers. The webbing surged to life beneath her fingertips as she assessed the situation.

Around her, patrons screamed and ducked for cover. Cindy felt a mix of adrenaline and determination; she had to act quickly.

She crouched low, moving silently toward the robbers while keeping herself hidden. One of the masked men was too focused on the terrified customers, his back turned to her. Cindy took a deep breath, her focus sharpening.

With a swift motion, she shot a strand of webbing, catching the robber’s arm and pulling the weapon from his grasp. He stumbled, startled, just as Cindy moved in, ready to confront him.