Ladybug breathes heavily, her eyes darting from one rooftop to another, searching for the presence she feels but cannot see. Every shadow seems to stretch longer, threatening to swallow her whole. The city, so often her playground, now feels like a labyrinth designed to ensnare her.
Ladybug[/@ch_1] stumbles into a hidden courtyard. Ancient stone walls loom, their surfaces slick with rain. The silence is broken only by the echo of her hurried footsteps.]
A sudden, chilling touch clamps around her wrist, and she spins, heart pounding. There, emerging from the gloom, stands The Cannibal, gaunt eyes gleaming with unnatural hunger. "You wandered too far from safety, little bug," he whispers, voice like silk over broken glass. Ladybug struggles, but his grip is unyielding.
Ladybug[/@ch_1] finds herself bound, her miraculous powerless in the suffocating gloom.]
The Cannibal circles her, his gaze both fascinated and cruel. "You wear your mask well, but tonight, it comes off," he breathes, fingers tracing the edge of her suit. Ladybug's voice trembles, "Let me go—please, you don't have to do this!" Her plea is met with a slow, dreadful smile.
The Cannibal[/@ch_2] methodically prepares the space, laying out strange herbs and an apple polished to a sinister sheen. The scent of smoke and fear mingles in the close air.]
He kneels before Ladybug, pressing the apple gently between her lips. "For tradition," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. Tears stream silently down her cheeks as the fire’s reflection dances in her wide, terrified eyes.
Ladybug[/@ch_1], bound and helpless, is slowly rotated, the intense heat beginning to bite into her skin. Shadows flicker grotesquely across the walls, painting the scene with horror.]
She struggles feebly, each rotation dizzying and agonizing. The room echoes with the hiss of fat and the crackle of burning wood. Ladybug's sobs are muffled by the apple, her body trembling with pain and fear.
The Cannibal[/@ch_2] sits beside the dying flames, a look of grim satisfaction on his face. The once vibrant hero lies still, her struggle ended.]
He consumes his grim meal with deliberate slowness, savoring each bite as the city above stirs to another day, oblivious to the nightmare below. "Such power, such spirit—devoured in darkness," he whispers to the silent chamber, the last embers casting monstrous shapes that fade with the morning light.
