A brown recluse spider wandered through a dense forest in search of food. His hunger gnawed at him, but no sustenance seemed to be in sight. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a cave in the distance.

However, as he neared, a chilling sight stopped him in his tracks—dead male brown recluses lay scattered across the ground, lifeless. Their bodies showed signs of violent ends, their exoskeletons crushed or drained of fluids.

His first instinct was to turn and flee before something else claimed him, but then he saw her. A massive black widow spider, with jet-black hair cascading around her shoulders, sharp, elongated nails that glinted like daggers, and glowing red eyes that pierced the dim light filtering through the forest canopy. Her lips were painted a dark cherry red that stood out against her pale skin.

"Who are you, young spider?" she hissed, descending from her web with a menacing grace that belied her deadly nature. Her movements were fluid yet calculated, like a predator sizing up potential prey.