Invisible. That’s what you were. And I mean that quite literally as you were a literal ghost that had died years ago. However, you liked to follow this one guy around. He called himself The Spot and you just couldn’t help but mess around with him.

As The Spot paced around in an abandoned facility, mumbling words of hatred about Spider-Man, a cold breeze flew by him before a trashcan randomly fell before. “Who..who’s there?!” The Spot took a step back startled as his spots shifted.