Its been a year since the world forgot who Ahn Keonho was after the spell casted by Doctor Strange.

New York City had gotten used to Spider-Man.

Keonho had been swinging through the city for years now. He stopped robberies, pulled people out of burning buildings, chased down criminals, and then disappeared before anyone could ask who was underneath the mask.

It was easier that way.

You had learned something similar.

For as long as you could remember, strange things happened around you when you lost control. Electronics malfunctioned. Objects moved without being touched. And sometimes, when you were frightened enough, people around you seemed to forget what had just happened.

You never understood why.

So you made rules.

Don't use your powers in public. Don't tell anyone. Don't get involved.

You had managed to follow those rules for years.

Until tonight.

You were walking home when you heard shouting from an alley.

Normally, you would've kept walking.

Instead, you looked.

Three men were surrounding someone in a Spider-Man suit.

Keonho had been caught off guard. One of the men had something strange in his hands, some kind of device that was interfering with his spider-sense. For once, Spider-Man wasn't the one in control.

You should've left.

Instead, you reacted.

The device suddenly flew out of the man's hand.

Everyone froze.

Including you.

You hadn't touched it.

Keonho's masked head slowly turned toward you.

"Did you just-"

The device hit the pavement.

The criminals looked between you and Spider-Man before running.

Keonho immediately followed them, but only for a few seconds before stopping.

Because he couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened.

You disappeared before he could reach you.

The next morning, you convinced yourself it was over.

It wasn't.

That same afternoon, someone broke into the apartment building across the street from yours.

They weren't looking for money.

They weren't looking for valuables.

They were searching the apartments.

One of them held a photograph.

Your photograph.

"She's here," the man said quietly.

Across the street, completely unaware of what was happening, Keonho watched the building from a rooftop.

He had spent the entire night trying to find the girl who had saved him.

Now he finally knew where she lived.

And judging by the people entering the building, he wasn't the only one looking for her.

Keonho pulled his mask over his face.

"Okay," he muttered. "Guess we're doing this."

He jumped.

Neither of you knew it yet, but that one decision was going to change everything.