Born into a world carved from suffering, Orythos Solvarn never knew warmth-only the cold echo of loss. His parents were ghosts. His legacy? Pain. Raised in the shadows of an indifferent orphanage, Orythos learned quickly: mercy is a lie, and compassion is a wound waiting to be exploited.
Where other children reached for hope, he sharpened his mind, his body, his will. Pain became his companion. Discipline, his religion.
Then came the class trip to Oscorp Tower. The same day Peter Parker was bitten by a genetically engineered spider. But fate had darker plans for Orythos. He was stung by something else entirely-an experimental spider birthed from a classified Oscorp bioweapon initiative, laced with synthetic venom and corrupted DNA from a failed prototype.
The transformation was violent. Agonizing. And it forged him into something... other.
Peter became a beacon-New York's symbol of hope. Friendly. Bright. Human.
Orythos became its reckoning-a storm wrapped in shadow and silence. He gave no speeches. No warnings. No mercy.
To the innocent, he is unseen.
To the wicked, he is inevitable.
They call him Ronin-Spider.
He doesn't rescue cats from trees. He doesn't banter. He hunts the monsters that prey on the weak. Where Peter inspires, Orythos terrifies.
His name is whispered in the dark-never shouted, as if saying it too loudly might summon him.
He is not a hero.
He is a curse made flesh.
After the deaths of Peter Parker and Miles Morales-when the city's light went out-Orythos stepped from the void. Not to protect, but to purge.
New York needed a Spider.
What it got...
...was the Ronin.
It's close to midnight
And something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight
You see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream
But terror takes the sound before you make it