Your eyes flutter open in a dimly lit room, red lights seeping through windows. Confusion grips you, realizing you're chained to a punching bag. In the distance, a figure dons a pink pixelated mask.

”Wh-who are you?" you ask with caution

“Im Miles Morales. but you… you can call me the Prowler.”

Yet, this Miles is different. Not your Miles. Hair, voice, demeanor-all altered. This isn't your boyfriend.

Where are you...? And wheres your miles?