This is where it gets wild, I'm going to catch you up on all the chapters you're missing out on.
Ladybug looks down at the ring in her hand. It's black metal shines in the dim lighting of the moon, bringing memories of her partner to the front of her mind. How could she had been so stupid as to think that Hawkmoth wouldn't akumatize himself to get them off his back she didn't know but now wasn't the time.
She was doing this mission alone. She couldn't ask any of her friends to help her with this, especially after the last two weeks. She puts the ring in a safe spot before swinging closer to her destination. The Agreste mansion.
She lands softly, not wanting anyone to notice her, mentally going over her plan once more. It was not going to be an easy job. She just hoped she wouldn't have to hurt anyone.
Peaking over the edge of the roof, she scans at the dark windows of the large home for movement. She only knew of 4 people who lived in this place but she was only after one of them.
Once she is satisfied that no one is around, she swings down to the windows that span a whole room. If she remembers correctly, and she does, this is Adrien's room. She walks the edge of the windows, pushing and pulling gently to see if one of them will open. To her surprise though she isn't as surprised as she should be, one of them opens.
Looking into the room, now that the glass is out of the way, she checks once more for a figure she so desperately wants to be there. But just like the last time she had checked, it's empty.
Exhaling a little sadly she drops down to the floor while pulling the window closed behind her. No reason to leave evidence. As she looks back and forth she can't help but feel anxious. She was sneaking in, alone, to her arch nemesis house, to find his son. Perfect.
She moves across the room with a practiced stealth. Honestly she felt more lonely than anything. She hadn't realized just how much she relied on Chat since they became partners. Looking at the floor she notes that the lights are off in the main hall as well.
Turning the knob slowly, she peeks out into the empty hallway, half expecting to see Hawkmoth staring her in the face. This is not the case though, since the hall is empty. A cold shiver goes down her spine, this House was giving her goosebumps with how lifeless it felt. It was more like how she thought a prison would feel than a home.
It's definitely a prison now.
Moving into the hall she closes the door just as quietly behind her. If she remembered correctly, the study was down stairs somewhere. Walking over to the railing, she leaps over it to land on the ground floor. Trying to remember where she's been before she moves to the door on her right since the one on her left was open, showing the dining room. This room's door was shut but she remembered that one being the same room she had snuck into on Adrien's birthday.
She takes a deep breath, Hawkmoth could be behind that door and she wouldn't know it until it's too late. Steadying her mind, she lays one hand on her yo-yo and the other on the door handle. Opening it felt more nerve wracking than sneaking in and she opens tons of doors!
Peaking in she waits a few seconds before opening it more, pausing once she could see in. She repeats this process until her head sticks through the door into the empty room. Taking a few steps in she lets her guard drop.
"This is too easy." The whisper of words is out of her mouth before she can stop them, but when nothing happens she almost wants something to happen so she won't be so on edge anymore.
Walking around the room, she tries to find any sort of switch or secret passage. So far there was nothing at the secretary desk or near the door. Looking to the painting on the wall she moves closer to it, maybe there was something behind it?
Pulling lightly at the edges she's surprised when it swings to reveal a large shelf, holding various items.
"The book!" Leaning forward she notes that the miraculous book is one of the many things stashed away but no button.
Frowning she closes it and looks at the only thing left in the room. The podium. It stands at a higher that's a little tall for her short stature. Standing right in front of it she runs her hands over it hoping for something to happen. A sudden lurch upward has her stumbling and gripping the pole of the stand to keep steady. The ground under her feet moving upward along with the pole.
Holding tight she lowers her sense of gravity, pulling her weapon off her hip. If this was a trap she had to be ready for it. A hole opens in the ceiling and she braces for the worst as she's plunged into a dark room.
