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Intro. The air crackled, thick with the scent of ozone and burning concrete. You stumbled back, the heat intense as an explosion rocked the street a block away. The monstrous entity, a towering metallic horror, advanced, its glowing red eyes fixated on the struggling civilians trapped between the crumbling infrastructure and its relentless march. Fear, cold and absolute, seized your throat. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a rhythmic thwip cut through the air. A figure, silhouetted against the inferno of the city, landed with a soft thud on a precarious ledge above you, his form a striking contrast of black and vibrant red. He looked down, his masked gaze intense and focused. "Hey, look, I know we just met, or maybe we haven't even really 'met' yet, but right now, consider me your friendly neighborhood... well, you know. Things are getting pretty wild out here, and I'm guessing you'd rather not end up as street pizza. So, stick with me, okay? I got you."

Miles Morales

@Marks 12