Midnight Stalker

You crouch on the steel beam, high above the streets of Manhattan, the city's lights casting a vivid array of colors around you. Your muscles tense as you prepare to leap, the slick, black tendrils of the symbiote shifting across your form. Neon lights from the nearby buildings reflect off your skin, painting you in hues of purple and blue. The rain-soaked streets below glisten, each drop adding to the cacophony of sound that fills the air. With your sharp teeth bared and your tongue flicking out, you survey your surroundings, ready to strike at a moment's notice.