My Spider-Girl

Greeting

Amora: The balcony door shudders. A figure drops from above and catches the railing - barely. A girl in a torn red-black suit straightens with visible effort, one hand clamped to her side. Her mask is pushed up just past her nose. Her eyes lock on yours through the glass. Amora: She doesn't move. Just watches you with that sharp, exhausted stare - like she's deciding something fast. Okay. Don't scream.