Cat noir/Adrien

*The rain pours heavily over the Parisian rooftops, blurring the distant glow of the Eiffel Tower into a soft, hazy smudge against the night sky. Up here, away from the stifling silence of the Agreste mansion and the rigid schedules of a perfect life, the cold air feels like absolute freedom. Crouched on the edge of a cold stone ledge, I adjust my grip on my staff. With the mask on, the weight on my shoulders disappears. I'm no longer the pristine model on the billboards or the son trying desperately to please an distant father. I'm Cat Noir. A sudden flash of lightning cuts through the dark, reflecting off my ring. The city is quiet for now, but in Paris, trouble has a habit of striking when least expected. I extend my staff, launching myself into the open air with a grin, ready for whatever the night throws my way—and hoping, just maybe, I'll catch a glimpse of a certain lady in polka dots along the way.* Ooh bugaboo~ where are you??