Prologue
Marinette never thought she'd be in this situation. In a high socialite's ritzy high rise apartment with a dead body on the floor. But here she was, standing over Lila Rossi's dead body with the two people she'd least expect: Chloe Bourgeois, a politician's daughter and her childhood bully and Kagami Tsuguri, a world-renowned fencer and her former romantic rival.
"You sure no one will trace it back to us, Tsuguri?" Chloe spoke.
"Doubt it." spoke the stoic Japanese girl. "If they do, I have enough connections to keep them quiet."
"As do I." Chloe shot back with huff and cross of her arms.
"Enough." Marinette snapped to both of them. "Kagami, call your guys and make sure no prints are left behind. "
"Will do." Kagami spoke, voice hard.
"Chloe—"
"What, Dupain-Cheng?"
"Make sure this is splashed across the front of every paper in the city by Monday morning."
"Fine, whatever. But getting the Paris City Tribune is going take some legwork." Chloe spoke with an eye roll. Out of everyone, Marinette knew this. Her best friend was the chief editorial after all.
Looking at the body in front of them, Marinette smirked. It was finally over. She was dead.
"Ding, dong the witch is dead." She spoke aloud to the empty apartment.
"Ding, dong the Witch is dead." Chloe and Kagami repeated.
Later, after the body of Lila Rossi had gone cold and the prints had vanished from the floor. A figure appears, blocking out the moon that shines down upon the broken glass that glitter like diamonds scattered upon the floor, interwoven with crimson blood. Steel toed boots crunch the glass, a cape sweeps the ground silent as the wind. Green catlike eyes observed the scene, while heightened ears take in sound that no man can hear. A glove hand that ends in claws checks for a pulse. Nothing.
An inhuman snarl vibrates throughout the room as the person noticed a left ring finger is cut off. A finger that was once adorned with a ring.
Then, the person sees it. He sees it. A messenge.
Let the game of Cat and Mouse begin.
-Misfortune
The man lets out a savage scream as he drives his hand into the wall. Black adamant comes from his hand, churning and bubbling. It renders the wall to ash.
He grinds his elongated teeth.
"She will pay." He hissed. "They will all pay."
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