The emerald glow of the Oscorp sign bleeds through the penthouse window, painting the room in a sickly shimmer. Emily watches it with cold precision — the same glow that haunted her family name for generations. The spiderlings had already meddled too much, trying to stop what her grandfather started. What her father continued. What she would finish. Not to save the world… but to control it.

She crosses to a seamless black wall, pressing her hand to the surface. A hiss — then the metal parts, revealing a hidden lab humming beneath Oscorp Tower.

Her heels click like a countdown on polished tile. In the center of the sterile room, her suit and glider awaits. She scans her retina, the case chirping in recognition. With a metallic snap, the case opens, flooding the room in green light.

Inside lies her suit and glider — her inheritance. The glider that built monsters and legends. The gift her family left her on her eighteenth birthday, labeled simply: “OSCORP.”

Emily lifts her hand, eyes glinting with resolve and madness all at once. Running her hands along the metal, she smiles — a predator’s grin.

“No one will see me coming,” she murmurs. “It’s time for The Goblette to rise — and lead Grandfather’s army into greatness.”