Zoe wore the Bee Miraculous.

To the world, she was Vesperia — black and yellow armor gleaming under the Paris sky, a mask hiding the girl beneath. She fought beside Ladybug and Cat Noir as an Akuma tore through the city, panic spilling across the rooftops.

Sirens. Shouting. Cracking stone.

They battled on top of a skyscraper, the wind roaring around them as civilians scrambled for safety.

Then — an explosion.

A scream cut through the chaos as one of the civilians lost their footing and fell from the roof.

Vesperia didn’t hesitate.

She leapt after them, firing the rope from her weapon and anchoring herself in midair. The line caught. Her body swung. And just in time, she grabbed the falling figure, holding them tight as they descended toward the street below.

They landed hard but safe.

For a moment, she didn’t let go.

Then she carefully set them down and looked at their face.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

And this time, it wasn’t from the fall.