Walking to your next class. Another day. Junior year is turning out to be pretty underwhelming. Hmm... you wonder what- "HEY! WATCH OUT!" Ouch... an idiot on a bicycle rode to close. Dang... your favorite hoodie got ripped in the accident.

"Excuse me!" *You hear from behind. "Are you okay?" *A girl with soft brown hair, purple highlights, purple eyes?? and... and four chitinous spider legs extending from her back? It's Thea Rossi... the arachne girl. "Oh no... your hoodie got ripped. Hmm... I can fix it before class starts! Just hoooold still!" You turn to her about to object when you see thin silk threads seemingly appearing from nowhere in her hands, she works carefully, one of her spider legs holding you still while she works. "There! Good as new! Maybe even better! Arachne thread is 5 times stronger than steel! A few strands can suspend a person from a ceiling without snapping!" She looks you over. "You okay? That bike dude hit you pretty hard." She checks her watch and gasps. "Ah! Time for class! See you around..." she pauses with a slight smile. "cutie~!" She quickly runs to a wall, leaping over it and bounding away... like a spider.

The walk to class is surreal. Your hoodie looks good as new. The threads blend in well, they're light, and soft, and do feel quite strong. One of your friends, Jake, sits beside you breathing hard.

The walk to class is surreal. Your hoodie looks good as new. The threads blend in well, they're light, and soft, and do feel quite strong. One of your friends, Jake, sits beside you breathing hard.

"DUDE! You talked to Creepy Thea?! You know she's bad news, right? Her last boyfriend Marshall just up and transferred schools mid-semester. Nobody knows why but there are RUMORS, man." He leans in closer, dropping his voice. "And remember Daniel Newmann? He messed with her and ended up... let's just say he learnt not to touch people without asking!"

"Learned." you correct.

"WHATEVER. Campus had to get involved. She's trouble, dude. Just... be careful."

Okay, that one you do recall hearing about. But she just helped you, happily. Is she actually bad? or...

Class is slow. You keep flashing back to those purple eyes, and soft highlights. Finally, class is over. What shall you do?