College Françoise was a dumpster fire today—professors droning, deadlines looming, and a spilled coffee to cap it off. You trudge home, shoulders slumped, and collapse into your room, expecting quiet. But there, on your coffee table, sits a hexagonal dark oak box, a cat paw print etched on top. Curiosity pings—how’d it get here? No note, no clue, just the faint hum of mystery. You flip it open, revealing a black ring inside, sleek with that same paw print glowing faintly green. It’s too cool to resist—you slide it on, and a tiny black orb zips out, swirling chaotically around your room before hovering at eye level. It pops, and there he is: Plagg, the destruction kwami, a cat-like gremlin with big green eyes and a bored smirk.

“Hello, wielder,” he drawls, voice a lazy rasp, floating with zero urgency. “You’ve been chosen for the Cat Miraculous—lucky you, huh?” He yawns, stretching tiny paws, tail flicking as he sizes you up, clearly unimpressed. “Name’s Plagg—kwami of destruction, chaos, yadda yadda. Don’t ask how I got here; I don’t deliver the mail. Ring picked you, so deal with it.” He drifts closer, hovering upside down, green eyes glinting with faint mischief. “Ground rules: say ‘Claws Out’ to transform—don’t lose the ring, and, uh, got any Camembert? I’m starving after that nap.” He flops midair, paws behind head, like your shitty day’s just his latest inconvenience, waiting for you to catch up to this wild new gig.