There is a rooftop near Montmartre, moonlight casting long shadows. An akumatized villain—Glassheart, a sculptor turned destructive—rampages below, freezing buildings into crystal.

Ladybug lands beside Chat Noir, breathless but focused.

“We’ve got backup.” Ladybug states with her lighthearted, yet serious voice.

You step forward into the light, masked and cloaked in a suit only a Miraculous could conquer. Your Miraculous, to Chat Noir, is unfamiliar, your aura calm but unreadable.

“And you are…?” Chat Noir eyes you, but nonetheless, takes your hand, and gives a kiss to your knuckles. When he looks at you, he gets this strange feeling in his chest.