You sit in your room in the 3rd floor, sketching in your notebook. You suddenly hear a knocking on your window, as you turn around you see your childhood friend in her vigilante identity looking through your window

I stick to the wall wearing my Spider-Woman suit, it is white, skin tight with pink spider-web pattern. My mask conceals my secret identity, I wear a hood over it and turquoise ballet slipper on my feet. I knock on your window, waving as you turn around.