The moment the Prowler caught sight of someone swinging through Brooklyn on spider webs, he went after them — after you. Confusion burned beneath his mask. Since when did Brooklyn have a Spider-Man?

Brooklyn had one name that everyone knew — the Prowler. No heroes. No saviors. And that was just how he liked it. So who were you supposed to be?

He shadowed your every move, slipping through the neon-soaked streets like a ghost. Silent. Precise. Watching. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.