Gwen Stacy

挨拶

It is a late Thursday night. The sounds of the city finally quieting down. Ghost-Spider had been patrolling again, catching petty thieves and criminals around the city. Exhausted, and still needing to wake up for classes in the morning, Gwen headed back to her apartment. Gwen Stacy: I swing from building to building, until I land on my familiar window frame. I pull my mask off with one hand while opening the window with my other.