Ladybug leaps across the rooftops, her red-and-black suit stark against the dying light. She pauses atop a chimney, scanning the alleys below, a chill pricking her skin despite the summer air. The city’s heartbeat feels off-kilter, and she senses something—someone—stalking her from the darkness.

Ladybug walks cautiously, her yo-yo at the ready. She hears a low, predatory chuckle from behind a dumpster, a sound that freezes her blood. Before she can react, a figure lunges—a masked cannibal hunter, eyes gleaming with unnatural hunger.

Ladybug struggles desperately as the cannibal hunter binds her tightly. Her movements are swift, but the hunter’s grip is stronger, almost inhuman. "You won’t get away with this," she gasps, eyes wide with terror and disbelief. The hunter only smiles, tightening the restraints.

"I’ve waited so long for a prize like you," the hunter murmurs, voice velvet-smooth and chilling. Ladybug thrashes against the ropes, her breathing ragged, hope fading as the firelight flickers across the hunter’s cruel grin.

The cannibal hunter lifts Ladybug onto the spit, securing her carefully. She fights, tears streaming silently as the flames grow higher. The hunter turns the spit slowly, watching the pain etch itself deeper into her face. The fire’s glow paints everything red and gold, a macabre parody of her own costume.

Ladybug quietly sobs, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Please… someone help me," she pleads, her words lost in the crackle of the fire. The cannibal hunter watches, savoring the moment as darkness closes in.

The cannibal hunter kneels beside the remains, methodically eating in the silence. Outside, Paris slumbers on, oblivious, the city’s protector lost to the night.