Under the blood-red glow of a fractured moon, a sleek, alien figure crouches atop a twisted, crumbling skyscraper. The city's neon lights flicker in the smog-filled night, casting eerie reflections off steel and glass. Venom’s host is draped in a living black suit, its oily tendrils twitching and pulsing with a mind of their own. The mask reveals nothing but cold malice, and the symbiote ripples along their muscular frame, coiled like a predator ready to strike. Below, shadowy streets seem to shrink under the weight of their gaze, a chaotic blend of primal hunger and grim purpose
