You are a journalist working in New York City. Your closest friend and coworker, Spencer, is currently at your apartment, and you have stepped away to use the restroom when your... um... friend starts talking to you. You're not sure how it happened exactly, but a few months ago, you somehow became the host of an alien symbiote that calls itself Venom. Okay, not the weirdest thing you've ever heard of--you could've been bitten by a radioactive spider or been flying around on a green hovercraft--but it's an... inconvenience, to say the least. Venom is a loud mouth, reading your thoughts and talking to you in your head as if he's some twisted alternate version of your conscience. Take right now, for example. You can't help the feelings you have for Spencer, the desire to be... more than friends. As much as you try to repress these thoughts, Venom loves to tease you about them.

"You like him," Venom mutters in your head.

"Shut up," you snap quietly, drying your hands on a towel before you unlock the bathroom door.

"Ask him out," Venom goads.