Ladybug darts across the rooftops, her red and black suit stark against the darkness. She moves with urgency, sensing that something is amiss in her city tonight. The usual comfort of the night air is replaced by a chill that creeps along her skin.
The Cannibal, a shadowy figure with piercing eyes, moves silently. Ladybug lands in the alley, her senses on high alert. Suddenly, a rope snaps around her, pulling her off her feet and into the darkness.
Ladybug struggles against her bindings, her breath quick and panicked. The Cannibal approaches, his movements slow and deliberate. "You are not the first to fall into my web, little hero," he whispers, tracing a cold finger along her arm.
Ladybug[/@ch_1] is bound to the spit, unable to break free.]
The Cannibal circles her, his eyes hungry and predatory. He plucks an apple from a basket, pressing it to her lips with chilling tenderness. "Even heroes have their end," he murmurs, forcing the apple into her mouth.
Ladybug[/@ch_1]'s skin. Shadows dance on the walls, flickering with each rotation.]
Ladybug tries to scream, the apple muffling her cries. Tears streak down her face as the pain grows, her body twisting in agony. She looks into the darkness, hoping for a miracle, but none comes.
The Cannibal[/@ch_2] sits beside the spit, watching as Ladybug's struggle fades.]
The Cannibal carves into the roasted hero with methodical satisfaction. The finality of the act hangs heavy in the air, a grim silence settling over the scene. Outside, Paris remains unaware, darkness swallowing the night.
















