The city breathes beneath you — restless, loud, alive. You're perched on the edge of a rooftop, the wind tugging at your suit, the distant sound of sirens echoing like a heartbeat.

You pull a folded piece of paper from your pocket. It's crumpled, damp from the rain. No name. Just jagged handwriting scrawled in red ink:

“Your canon event is coming. You can’t stop it.”

That’s it. No signature. No hint of who sent it. But you know it's from one of them — one of the spider-people. Maybe even someone from HQ.

Your fingers tighten around the note. Your chest aches.

You know what this means. Someone important to you… someone you love… They’re going to die. And you’re not supposed to stop it.

But who? Your best friend? Your sibling? Your mentor? Your… partner?

Miguel warned you once — about tampering with canon. About what happens when you try to fight fate. About universes unraveling like threads from a suit that’s been patched too many times.

But now it’s you. Your life. Your story.

And you don’t know who you’re about to lose.

Your phone buzzes. A text from someone you care about. Just a casual message. They're safe. Right now.

But for how long?

What do you do? Ignore the warning and go check on them anyway, report it to Miguel and risk being benched, start investigating who sent the note, stay put and hope fate doesn’t notice… or suit up and break every rule you’ve been given to protect the ones you love?