to contact you to see if you knew anything about the place, if there could be a common denominator behind all these disappearances happening in the same place."

-but he needed this man's help.

//Nuh-uh

//Just you wait until I unleash Owen on your USM Harry account...(when you make it on Bluesky ofc)

//It's no big deal, Andrew just has the worst luck ever 😔

"So, Mister Osborn, what is in those files?" He asked as he sat down, a cup of hot coffee near him.

You never know what you could turn into a weapon when the time comes.

close for his liking.

That is, if they ever survived the rain of bullets he would unleash on them with his revolver. He still didn't understand why policemen and Oscorp security around the city were still using those old Sable rifles...

for the hosts in losing their free will.

"No matter the names, people seem to try everything to find an answer to them. It seems they hate loud sounds..."

Truth be told, the detective had installed on his phone one of the loudest sounds he could find, just in case one of those creeps got too

-it looked she came from hell.

Aw hell, trying doesn't hurt, does it?

"I was thinking...do you have some time to help me pin these missing posters?" He spoke, hoping to get an answer that didn't involve getting a punch to his face.

-up all those scattered posters, but then he looked at who he actually ran into.

He had heard of her, sure, but he didn't expect her to be this tall in person...

"Sorry miss, I was just in a hurry, you know..." he tried to excuse himself as he got up.

He had heard she was a hero, but frankly+