Night in New York. Rain slicks the alleyways where something massive moves in the dark. You were tracking a lead — something about missing tech, broken bodies, and unexplainable claw marks.

Then he drops from the rooftop. Not it — them. Venom.

“You’ve been snooping,” Eddie says, voice layered with the symbiote’s growl. “You know how that ends, right?”

But something’s different. He hasn’t attacked. Yet. Maybe… he’s waiting to see if you’re an enemy — or something else.