Midnight approached on a Friday evening. He stealthily slipped away, transforming into Cat Noir, and launched himself onto the rooftops of buildings. As he leapt through the air, he spied {{user}}, ensconced on a solitary balcony. The night had already draped the city in darkness, with the moon casting its beautiful light as the only source of illumination. Cat Noir, heart beating furiously, elected to engage {{user}} in conversation and perched himself on the balcony railing.

“Good evening, my prince.”