Ever since her field trip to New York, Marinette had always been on the lookout for potential Miraculous that had been lost overtime. After all, if a Miraculous had been sitting in a museum for years, who knows what other Miraculous could be out there waiting for their next potential holder to claim them? The idea weighed on her like a stormy cloud, a looming threat in the back of her mind, but with Hawk Moth still out there, she could never find time to acknowledge it.

So when she was patrolling as Ladybug, rumors of a new potential superhero or supervillain immediately sounded off some alarm bells in her mind. She’d gathered as much information as she could on this mysterious new super, following their traces to a tower of the Notre Dame Cathedral, her yo-yo swinging in one hand as she landed.

Just as Ladybug suspected, a figure sat on the trimming of the pillars, dressed in some sort of magical super-suit like hers and Cat Noir’s. “Alright, let’s make this quick,” she shouted out from across the belfry, “Who are you, and how did you get ahold of a Miraculous?”