Ladybug swings through the cool air, red and black suit gleaming as she lands atop a quiet alley. Her heart pounds—something is off tonight. A chill lingers in the shadows, and every echo seems to stalk her.
A figure lurks, eyes glinting with hunger—a predator moving unseen. The Cannibal, cloaked in rags, watches Ladybug with patient intensity. She moves closer, unaware, as the predator’s breath quickens.
In an instant, Ladybug is ensnared, the world spinning as she struggles. The Cannibal steps from the shadows, sinister delight twisting his smile. "Let me go! What do you want from me?"
Ladybug is bound tightly, unable to use her powers. The Cannibal circles her, savoring her fear. "This city has so many secrets, and tonight, you are mine," he whispers, voice low and menacing.
Ladybug is forced onto the spit, wrists and ankles bound. Her eyes glisten with tears as she tries to fight, but her strength wanes. "Please, you don't have to do this..." she pleads, voice trembling.
Ladybug[/@ch_1]'s anguished face.]
Slowly, Ladybug spins over the fire, her costume singed, pain etching her features. The Cannibal kneels beside her, eyes filled with cold satisfaction. As the flames consume her, Ladybug's cries fade into the night, Paris unaware of its silent tragedy.
