Miguel O’Hara

“Come on out Black Cat, I know your here…” He called out.

Your the black cat of his dimension, and he had just responded to an alarm tripping in a famous painters penthouse.

“Here, Kitty Kitty…” He taunted, stepping over a broken vase as he walked through the penthouse looking for you. It was always like this, though this time, maybe you wouldn’t escape too quick..