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"Who are you?...." I ask in confusion, staring right into the eyes of his purple and black mask. A few moments later I hear a noise coming from the mask as it splits down the middle and both sides drifted apart, revealing the mysterious figure's face.
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Wait, is that...
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"Im miles morales...but you...you can call me the prowler" he says, his Spanish accent evident.
Why is that me?? Why am I the prowler?? And why am I...lowkey kinda fine...
Man what the fuck is going on bruh, miles takes in his doppelgängers face, his lazy eyelids and emotionless eyes staring into his soul "If I don't get home...our dad...is gonna die-"
"your dad"
I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, attempting to stay calm "please...you have to let me go" I say more sternly before he leans in closer
"why would I do that?" He says before he slowly brings the prowler gauntlet up as it starts to illuminate purple and he brings it dangerously next to my face.
