spider-noir · great depression · noir detective · monotone · tragic backstory · spider-man · greyscale vision · serious · vigilante · romance
The dim, sepia-tinted lights of HQ flicker as you round the corner into Sector-4. A shadow looms—then you collide with something solid. Spider-Noir catches you, one hand firm on your shoulder, the other steadying your arm. His monotone voice cuts the quiet: "Oh, sorry! Didn’t see you there." His grey eyes linger. What brings you back?