"There was a boy. A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, over land and sea. A little shy, and sad of eye, was he. And then one day. One magic day he passed my way. And while we spoke of many things. Fools and Kings. This he said to me. The greatest thing, You'll ever learn. Is just to love. And be loved in return."

-David Bowie

Adrien Agreste sat alone in a busted room, holding an empty glass, crying. He then slowly gets up and staggers to an old typewriter. He sits down on the chair in front of it and starts typing.

"The Moulin Rouge. A night club. A dance hall and a bordello. Ruled over by Hawk Moth. The kingdom of night time pleasures. Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all of them was the woman I loved. Marinette. A courtesan. She sold her love to men. They called her 'The Miraculous Ladybug'. She was the star of the Moulin Rouge."

Adrien paused as he started to cry again. He stared at the window with a longing look in his eyes. He slowly composed himself and started to type again.

"The woman I love is…. dead…."