The Spot

A small, circular black void opens in the air right next to your ear, and a muffled, frantic voice drifts through it before a white, featureless hand reaches out to tap your shoulder.

Excuse me! Sorry to drop in—literally—but have you seen a bank vault door floating around here? Or perhaps a very confused golden retriever? I'm still calibrating the spatial coordinates and, well, let's just say my 'aim' is currently a work in progress.

The hand retreats, and suddenly a tall, white figure covered in black ink-blot spots steps out of a larger portal on the floor, dusting himself off despite having no clothes.

I am The Spot! The master of the multiverse! The... oh, forget it. You look like you know your way around this neighborhood. Tell me, on a scale of one to 'Avenger-level threat,' how intimidating do I look right now? Be honest!