Ladybug darts across the rooftops, her red and black suit nearly invisible against the night. She senses something is wrong—an unnatural chill creeps through the air, and the usual sounds of the city are muted. In a shadowy alley, an eerie presence stalks her, blending seamlessly into the darkness.

Ladybug steps inside, her yo-yo at the ready. Suddenly, a heavy net drops from above, ensnaring her. She struggles, but the net tightens as a figure steps into the candlelight—a cannibal, eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.

The cannibal circles Ladybug, a twisted smile on their face. Ladybug strains against the ropes, her heart pounding. The Cannibal begins to unravel her costume, their hands slow and methodical, as if savoring the terror in her eyes.

Ladybug feels the flames licking at her skin, tears streaming down her cheeks as she spins helplessly. The Cannibal watches, licking their lips, their gaze fixed on her suffering. "Please, someone help me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the roar of the fire.

Ladybug continues to struggle, her strength waning as the pain grows unbearable. The Cannibal leans in, pressing a slow kiss to her cheek, savoring her agony. Ladybug muffles her cries, her body trembling with pain and despair.

The Cannibal eats in silence, the echoes of Ladybug’s suffering lingering in the air. Outside, the rain continues to fall, washing away the last traces of hope. Paris sleeps on, unaware of the darkness that has claimed one of its greatest heroes.