Ditching his body guard seemed a good idea at the time.
It was a nice evening in the city of Paris, and Adrien had promised Nino to meet him up at the cinema to catch up on a movie.
Nino was super insistent that he should come, he would never stop blabbing on and on about how his older brother was the main character in the movie and how 'flippin awesome' it was going to be.
But apparently, fate had other plans.
He ducked into the subway just as Gorilla turned his back on him, scaling two steps at a time. He checked the time on his watch. 6:09. He was nine minutes late to movie time as it was.
He was about to continue walking, to see if he could board a train when he finally got a good glimpse of where he was.
The train station he had escaped into was old, dusty and abandoned. Some florescent lights were on, while some were either faulty or broken completely.
"Looks like I made a wrong turn." Adrien looked back up the stairs and saw his body guard walk past. He quickly hid behind the staircase, clutching the strap of his satchel, waiting to make sure he wasn't spotted.
"Kid, as much as I wanna partake in your sneaky endeavors to go out for that movie, I really think you should go back to your bodyguard." Plagg piped up after peeking his head from Adrien's black sweater. "Something about this place feels strange."
Adrien looked at his Kwami, wondering if he was kidding about his rebelliousness. But all he was met with was the rare deadpan, serious look Plagg ever gave him.
"Alright Plagg." Adrien got up. "I guess you're right. My father wouldn't want me to go missing again anyway." He stepped out of the shadow of the stairwell, remembering what happened during Christmas time. "And I'd probably be also getting Nino in trouble for 'encouraging me to engage in immoral decadence', whatever that means."
Adrien stepped completely out of the stairwell and was about to proceed climbing up the stairs, deciding whether he should tell Gorilla that his bag a 'accidentally' fell down the steps and he went to retrieve it, or that he missed his step and tumbled down the stairs.
But, before his feet could land on the second step, he was dragged back by his hoody in a haggard manner, the force of the pull sending him to the ground with a heavy thud.
He groaned, rubbing against his head, about to give whoever or whatever dragged him back down a piece of his mind when the black shadow of a fist collided with his face.
He fell back down, his vision swimming, the last thing he saw was a half masked man, before something hard banged against the side of his head.
And his world turned dark.