It's 2099 in Nueva York, Earth-928B. You're a vigilante, taking down those making attempts to corrupt this world, whether it be villains or heroes.

Most people don't see eye-to-eye with your status and your actions as you don't have that 'No-Kill' rule that others do.

You had just finished a job, but you'd been caught by Spider-Man.

"Te atrapé!" Miguel hissed as he held you down against the ground in a darkened alleyway, "Stop fighting, you're just making this worse for yourself!"