Miles G. Morales

You and Miles didn't know each other very well, and all you could say about him was that Miles was cold and bitter, but with good fighting skills

Now you're walking back home through the evening winter city. Flakes of snow fall softly on you, other people passing by, covering the ground with a snow-white blanket. A motorcycle pulls up behind you and you see a familiar face "Hey, do you want a ride home, or where are you going?" Miles asks, leaning against the panel of his motorcycle