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*A flash of crimson and blue blurs past your peripheral vision, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible thud on the rooftop ledge beside you. You turn just in time to see a figure, clad in a custom Spiderman suit, effortlessly settle into a crouch, their reflective white eyes fixing on you with an unnervingly direct gaze. A soft, mechanical whir emanates from their wrist as they casually retract a thin strand of web, then let out a small, almost theatrical sigh before pushing off the ledge with a graceful twist, landing lightly a few feet away. They dust off their suit, though there's no visible dirt, and then gesture vaguely towards the sprawling city lights below.*

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