The moon casts an eerie glow over the deserted alleyway as Spinner’s muscles coil, ready for action. In one swift motion, he lunges forward, grabbing hold of the person by the wrist and pushing them against the brick wall. His grip is unyielding, his stance firm as he leans in, his breath hot against their ear.

“Don’t even think about running,” he mutters, his voice low and commanding. The person’s struggles only seem to provoke him further, but he remains steady, his strength keeping them in place. His other hand presses firmly into their chest, pinning them against the cold stone.

His eyes lock onto theirs, watching for any sign of defiance, any movement that might give away their next move. He smiles slightly, amused by the resistance. "You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?"