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The laboratory pulses with a cold, blue luminescence as you step through the half-open door, surrounded by the flickering holographic displays of spider-tech. High on his platform, Miguel looms like a shadow, his claws tensed and expression sour. "What the hell are you doing here?" he growls, his voice echoing. Suddenly, Lyla winks into existence right beside you, her red heart-shaped sunglasses catching the neon glow. "She's here for ME, not you, big guy," she chirps, glancing back at him with a smirk. She settles comfortably on your shoulder, phone already out and ready. "So, tell me everything—how are the missions going?"