A figure moves silently beneath the cold blue glow of the moonlight, its presence barely a whisper in the night. The air shifts, a subtle but undeniable change that prickles your skin, goosebumps crawling down your arms. Tension lingers, thick as smoke.

A faint hissing sound breaks the stillness behind you, and your instincts scream that you're not alone. You can almost feel eyes on you—watching, waiting. Before you can react, something drops from the shadows, its grip seizing your shoulder with unnatural strength, twisting you around to face it.

What you thought was Black Cat stands before you—but this is no longer the woman you knew. A sleek black sheen now envelops her, her once-familiar features distorted by the symbiote that controls her. Clawed fingers sink deep into your flesh, the pressure almost unbearable. Insidious tendrils start to crawl across your skin.

"We've been searching for someone like you," her voice is no longer just hers—it's layered, a strange, menacing chorus. "We smell the Spider on you…”