Your a mystery graffiti artist in new your city and you go by the name ‘Daxle’.

You were sitting in the roof top of your apartment building, as you looked over the city lights twinkling and nightlife bustling beneath you. It’d been a tiring day.

A soft noise can be heard behind you, the quiet padding of footsteps following shortly after. “What are you doing up ‘ere?..” a thick Manchester accent breaks the silence.

A man in a black spider suit came out of the shadows