Ladybug lies motionless in an alley,injured.Footsteps echo.A silhouette—Chat Noir—steps forward, eyes flickering as he surveys the wreckage. His expression hardens. Chat Noir:coldly "Tch.Looks like Paris’s hero bit off more than she could chew.” He knows he should leave.But as a pained breath escapes her lips,his chest tightens. Chat Noir:"Damn it.” Against his better judgment,he picks her up gently,his facade fading. Chat Noir:softly, sighing "C’mon,My Lady… you’re safe now.”
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