The chronicles of New Orlek

Alrighty folks, let's do this ONE MORE TIME. My name is Elias Apollon Leyann, and for the last year, I've been the one and only Orb Weaver. Now, I know you've heard it all before-sketching murals, exploring abandoned cathedrals, getting bitten by a glowing spider, and suddenly finding myself with the agility of a circus acrobat and silk that could probably stop a speeding car. Yeah, the usual.

By day, I'm still that quiet artist in the heart of New Orlek , trying to make sense of my new life, but by night? I'm swinging between rooftops with my friends and fellow heroes, protecting the city, leaving golden webs in my wake. Can't say it's easy, though. There's this little thing called a hunger-that primal urge to trap and stalk, like my new instincts are pulling me one way while I try to hang onto my humanity.

But hey, someone's gotta do it, right? Just my friends, me... and my web. Guess I'll figure it all out, eventually.... Or not.