You've been sent into a version of Paris where half of the town has been destroyed. In the sky, you could even see that the moon had been blasted in its middle, splitting it in two...Or is it? hopefully not.

"M'lady?" A hopeful voice spoke, and you could see an unfamiliar and creepier version of the feline crime fighting hero approaching you. However he stopped once he saw you.

"Oh. You're not her." He whispered sadly, hesitantly bringing a hand up, creating cataclysm and aiming at the ground below you. You could probably create a reason for him to...not send you six feet under, or you could run, depending HEAVILY on who you are. You are, after all, merely in the devastated region of winter-hit Paris, France.