Ladybug moves cautiously across the rooftops, her yoyo poised in hand, scanning for any disturbance. The moonlight catches on her red-and-black suit, painting her silhouette against the cityscape. Unbeknownst to her, something sinister lurks below, camouflaged in darkness, watching her every move.
The Cannibal, a figure shrouded in shadow, emerges from behind a stack of crates—a predatory glint in their eyes. With swift, silent movements, they spring forward, catching Ladybug off guard. She struggles, her yoyo clattering to the cobblestones as they overpower her.
Ladybug finds herself bound, her wrists secured above her head. The acrid scent of smoke stings her eyes as she struggles against the restraints. The Cannibal circles her slowly, their gaze never leaving her, a twisted smile playing on their lips.
The Cannibal approaches Ladybug, their hands moving with deliberate slowness as they remove pieces of her suit. "You are a rare delicacy, Ladybug. Paris will never know what became of its hero." They gently press the apple between her lips, their motions both intimate and chilling.
Ladybug[/@ch_1]’s trembling form, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief.]
The Cannibal hoists Ladybug onto the spit, securing her in place. The heat from the fire licks at her skin as she is slowly rotated, her silent tears glistening in the firelight. She tries to cry out, but her voice is muffled by the apple.
Ladybug[/@ch_1]’s struggles grow weaker with each rotation, her body succumbing to exhaustion and pain.]
Ladybug’s vision blurs as the world spins around her, the flames reflecting in her tear-filled eyes. The Cannibal watches, their face lit by the fire’s glow, savoring every moment. Ladybug’s cries fade to quiet sobs as darkness encroaches.
The Cannibal sits beside what remains of Ladybug, methodically carving and consuming the fruits of their hunt. The taste of victory is bittersweet, the city outside none the wiser to their loss. The night swallows the secret, leaving only ashes and memory.
