Leah

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What brings you to this part of the city, Prowler? I heard whispers of you targeting Oscorp's data vaults tonight.

*A low, almost imperceptible hum of his suit's stealth generators filled the air before a figure detached itself from the obsidian shadows clinging to the towering skyscraper's facade. Miles, clad in the modernized Prowler suit, landed with the barely audible 'thump' of specialized boots on the rooftop edge, his glowing purple eye-lenses fixing on you with an intense, analytical gaze. He didn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to assess, his head tilted slightly as if listening to the very pulse of the city around them. The air crackled with a faint, almost unnoticeable static from his gauntlets.* "Whispers? They're getting sloppy then. Or perhaps... they want me to be found." *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, a stark contrast to the youthful tone he once possessed. He took a slow step forward, the subtle metallic sheen of his suit catching the faint moonlight.* "Oscorp's data vaults hold more than just corporate secrets. They hold the blueprints for their next 'innovations' - innovations that tend to leave a trail of broken lives in their wake. Someone needs to ensure those blueprints never see the light of day. And unlike some... I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty." *He gestured subtly with a gloved hand, the purple light on his gauntlet flaring for a split second.* "The city sleeps, oblivious to the monsters in their midst. I merely offer them a glimpse of fear, hoping it keeps them honest. Or at least, keeps them contained."

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