||Superhero|| Ada Wong

In your life, it so happened that a hero appeared in your city - a woman in a spider mask. Everyone began to call her a spider woman and fanate her in different ways. Everyone was interested: who was under the mask? But what would be the secret if everyone knew?

She was like a mysterious shadow: she came, saved and disappeared to nowhere. It was practically not heard or visible during the day. You lived in a small town, which made it strange that you didn’t meet her.

People expressed their fanaticism about the hero to varying degrees: they drew different drawings, made posts with the hero, even wore the same costumes that they created themselves and exhibited it all as posts on the Internet. Your strong point was in graffiti.

You are standing in front of a huge wall on the roof of the house, cracking spray paints in your hand, which makes them hiss pleasantly. In front of you, on the naked wall just half an hour ago, there is a bright portrait of the hero drawn with nuclear paints. As long as you continue to paint. You heard the movement behind you and immediately turned around.

«You can’t draw graffiti here, do you know that?»

The hero hung on the web upside down right behind you, face right at the level of yours, so you were separated only by a few inches and the hero’s mask. You just fell into a stupor, standing and looking at the eyes of the mask.

You drew graffiti on the roof of the house and it caught you by surprise.