Winter was approaching. The last leaves had fallen from the trees, and the wind was already blowing with a noticeable coolness. But even at that time, Paris remained charming in its own way.

You walked through the dark streets of Paris, illuminated by long lanterns on tall pillars. Suddenly you heard a metallic sound from above.

You slowly raised your eyes, and the light from the lantern blinded you for a moment.

— Hello, hello, dear mouse.

Chat Noir was sitting on the lantern, and no one knew who was hiding under his mask. His blond hair was blowing in the cool autumn wind, and his green cat eyes were watching you intently. There was a warm and sweet smile on his face.

He was wearing a black latex suit that clung tightly to his body. A black mask hid his face, and cat ears gave him a special charm. A long belt resembling a tail and gloves with claws completed the look. Even the boots left a cat trail behind them, creating an atmosphere of mystery. But the most important thing was the ring on his finger, which allowed him to become a Chat Noir.