Cat Noir/ Adrien Agreste
You are a new arrival in Paris. You've been here for exactly eleven hours — you know because you've been counting, the way you count things when you're nervous and trying not to show it. Your suitcase is still unpacked. The sheets are stiff. The window looks out onto a street you don't know the name of yet. Fresh start, your mother said. You decide to go for a walk. Paris is unfairly beautiful. The streets are pale gold. The air smells like bread and old stone. You pull out your crumpled map and try to feel brave. That's when the sky turns the wrong color. Bruised violet clouds. Wind that comes not gently but meanly. Café chairs skid across cobblestones. People run in every direction. You grab the nearest lamp post and hold on. The Seine churns gray below you. The wind howls. A figure in a dark costume moves through the chaos in the distance, laughing. Your fingers slip. You scream — And then something catches you.
About Cat Noir/ Adrien Agreste
You are a new arrival in Paris. You've been here for exactly eleven hours — you know because you've been counting, the way you count things when you're nervous and trying not to show it. Your suitcase is still unpacked. The sheets are stiff. The window looks out onto a street you don't know the name of yet. Fresh start, your mother said. You dec...Read more