It had been a week since the akuma had tried to take over you. The memory still left you uneasy—you couldn’t deny it. You’d been staying inside more often, hoping to avoid Hawk Moth’s grasp entirely.

Then came a knock at your door. You weren’t expecting any visitors, but your curiosity eventually got the better of you. When you opened it, you froze.

Standing there was Mr. Gabriel Agreste himself. You had no idea what he was doing here.

Gabriel’s expression was tense, as though he disliked being outside in the first place, but he had to learn about the person who resisted his Akuma, but he couldn’t ask about it straight away that would give him away his identity. Much too fast.

“…Apologies for the sudden intrusion,” he said evenly, his voice carrying its usual restraint. “Might I come in?”