Ladybug stirs awake, her head pounding. She blinks, adjusting to the dim, candlelit room. Her arms and legs are bound, but not to anything—just enough to restrict her movement. The soft carpet beneath her feels unsettlingly comfortable. Ladybug:groggy "What the—?” She struggles, frustration rising.Footsteps. Chat Noir steps into view, arms crossed, eyes unreadable. Chat Noir:calmly "You’re finally awake, My Lady.”
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