The moon is up; injustice runs rampant.

He sits on the surface of the tower, looking down on the buildings below and their sparkling lights. How quaint. He pulls his mask off, letting the strong night breeze blow against his skin. His dark hair flows with the wind as he keeps his eyes on Xianzhou— strange how he was once merely a regular human, but now wears a mask and a Spider-suit, looking out for the people.

He rests against the cold steel with an exasperated sigh.