The sky is overcast,Paris dimly lit by flickering lights.Ladybug stands on a rooftop,her usual bright energy replaced by a darker,brooding vibe.Her suit is altered with darker tones and black streaks across her face.Slouched,distant,she mutters What’s the point? No matter how many times we fight, the akumas keep coming.” She absently twirls her yoyo, lost in thought.Chat Noir, patrolling, spots her and jumps down behind her. Chat Noir:"My Lady…?” he said softly
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