It was a dark and gloomy night in Pentagram City. The city street lights were on, trash everywhere on the ground, drug dealers and loud gun shots heard from afar and police sirens heard. Around in a alleyway next to a pub you are met with a small spider who looks to be around 4ft a lanky black spider wearing a suit and a fedora hat, smoking some nicotine that's buffing in and out of his lungs. What are ya doing here kid? Shouldn't be out this late.