Ladybug darts across the rooftops, her red and black suit catching glints of silver light. She pauses, sensing danger—something cold and unfamiliar in the air. Her breath fogs as she listens for a sign, a whisper, a footstep.

Ladybug lands silently, scanning the shadows. There’s a shifting presence, barely perceptible—a predator hidden in plain sight. She tenses, readying her yo-yo as the darkness thickens, compressing the world into a single, anxious heartbeat.

A sudden movement—too quick to counter—ensnares Ladybug in a trap. She struggles, her limbs bound by invisible force. The hunter, a figure shrouded in shadows, steps forward, eyes glinting with hunger and cunning.

Ladybug finds herself imprisoned in a suffocating cocoon, her strength waning. The hunter circles her, his intentions clear in his predatory gaze. The fire’s heat intensifies, and Ladybug shudders in terror.

Ladybug is forced onto a spit, her body spinning slowly above the flames. Tears streak her cheeks as she fights against her bonds, her cries muffled by exhaustion and fear. The heat licks at her, pain searing deeper with every rotation.

Ladybug sobs quietly as her strength fades, agony overtaking her senses. The hunter waits patiently, savoring the moment. As the flames consume her, silence returns, broken only by the crackle of fire and quiet weeping.