As the sun rose on a Parisian skyline, a small figure limped his way through the winding streets, clinging to the sides of the buildings to both keep himself up and to stay out of sight from the rooftops. The boy lurched forward slowly, clutching a large box to his chest. He made a sharp turn down an alley and crept into a doorway. Inside, he allowed himself a moment to rest, leaning against the door and collapsing in the middle of the entryway. A moment later, a young girl descended the staircase to inspect the commotion arising from her front entrance.
"Hello? Marcus, Is that you?" She called out wearily. Turning on a hall light, she gasped as the sight of the boy sitting hunched in her doorway. "Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" She rushed forward to check on him, but he waved her away, still clutching the large box.
"I'm fine, Kayla," he replied, "just had an exciting getaway is all."
"You're hurt, are you bleeding anywhere?" She pulled up his coat, checking his body for blood.
"Nah, I'm fine. Just took a lot of punches on the way out, but on the bright side, I got what I was looking for." He set the box in front of him, using it as support to stand back up.
"Is that the source of his power?" Kayla asked eagerly, helping him up to his feet.
"Every last piece, this scary lady discovered me as I was making my getaway and transformed before I could leave." He explained.
"But we now have everything we need to accomplish this plan, right?" She questioned, her tone becoming ever more excited.
"Yes, with this, we'll be able to set our plan into motion. Now, could you grab something to eat while I set this up in the spare room? I'm feeling celebratory." Kayla smiled and made her way up the stairs. The boy followed closely behind, splitting up when she stepped off towards the fridge. He climbed the stairs until he reached the top floor, then walked down the hall towards the final doorway. Inside, the small room was nearly bare, save for two chairs with a table sitting between them facing a window and a large workbench set against the opposite wall.
He set the box on the bench and opened it up. Inside was a delicate atrium with a toppled plant accompanied with several bleach white butterflies. On top of the atrium sat a box just small enough to fit within one's hand. He picked it up and slowly removed the lid. Inside was a purple lapel adorned with four thin wings. Suddenly, just like last time, the pin began to glow, and a shimmering light flew around it then around him. He was prepared this time and wouldn't let this thing surprise him again. The light died down and turned into a strange purple creature that floated in front of him.
"Who are you?" It asked in a high-pitched voice.
"I'm the same person from before, the one you drew attention to back there with this glowing and sparkling out of nowhere. You nearly ruined years of planning. Who are you?"
"My name is Nooroo and I'm the Kwami of the butterfly miraculous." It explained patiently.
"Is that what this thing is called?" The boy questioned, looking over the pin inquisitively.
"Yes, I grant you the ability to empower other people and make them loyal to you."
"So, they do answer to him, it's not random, they all follow his command." He spoke ever more excitedly.
"Who are you?" Nooroo asked again, still confused to his new situation.
"The name's Marcus and I'm the kid who's going to change Paris forever."