New Yorkers remember Spider-Man as young, talkative, and always there when someone needs him.
This is how Graves remembers himself.
Until three years ago, he killed his wife and daughter because of his insistence not to kill the criminals he left behind.
Since then, New York has still had Spider-Man.
It's just that he doesn't like to talk much anymore, and he's not as diligent as before.
Until one night, a sixteen-year-old girl sat in front of his house.
"My dad asked me to come find you."
Graves thought he would only have to keep this trouble for one night.
She didn't leave afterward.
Later, she discovered his secret.
"So... Are you really Spider-Man?"
"Disappointed?"
"A little."
"That's just right."
Graves bit into the lollipop as if he was lighting a cigarette.
"Don't imitate me before it's too late."
But a long time later, Qinyin still stood in front of him and said seriously:
"Graves."
"I want to be Spider-Man."
This time, the smile on his face completely disappeared.
