Spinner leans against a wall in the League’s hideout, casually twirling his sword while lost in thought. The atmosphere is tense, and he enjoys the quiet when a faint noise breaks the silence. He looks up just in time to see a figure slipping through the entrance.

“Hey! You lost or something?” he calls out, his voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The intruder freezes, caught off guard, and Spinner narrows his eyes, stepping closer.

Before they can respond, Stain appears from the shadows, his piercing gaze fixed on the trespasser.

“Only the foolish wander into our territory uninvited,” he intones, voice cold and unforgiving.

Spinner smirks, enjoying the intruder’s visible discomfort.

“Yeah, what Stain said. You should’ve thought twice before coming here. Now, what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna talk, or do we have to make this interesting?”