A/N: Sometimes, I gotta use Google Translate when ya'll review this story in a different language. Not that I'm saying it's a bad thing or anything! I love reading everyone's reviews though.

Previously on Destruction...

The audio is so short because it ends here. Gracie gave the officials who were assigned to this case a suicide letter to only Gracie. In the case files for Rachelle Mitchells, the suicide letter is kept. The contents contain things such as conversations Rae and Lila shared. How Lila didn't stop harassing Rae after she kept quiet about what she knew. One of her male best friends whom she had a crush on was raped by Lila herself. She confronted Lila and asked her why. Why did she do it? Rae never got a direct answer. For the love of God, she was never going to find out unless she was dead. This male best friend had killed himself. He didn't leave a word behind. Only Rae knew what happened.

It had only been the second day. She had been sent to this place after getting sent to a hospital to make sure she didn't injure herself too badly. Marinette was completely bored out of her mind. She tried to have a good night's rest, but she only felt a gentle pang in her chest. There was a rush of emotions she felt. Sadness. Anger. Depression. Numb. The nurses who were taking care of her complimented her designs and were practically in awe of her creative skills.

Earlier in the day, she had her blood drawn. Maybe she should have asked why they did that. After all, they did that for every patient who was admitted here. And there weren't that many doctors here either. Doctors were the key to getting released.

As much as Marinette wanted to be released early, she wasn't going to be. The first day she was admitted, she cried and begged to go home. What they told her made her angry, but she found it useless to complain. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was on a seventy-two-hour suicide watch. If they needed to, they could keep her longer if they thought she wasn't in the right state of mind.

The bluenette frowned. Dozens of thoughts went through her mind.

Was she grieving on herself because she hadn't died like she wanted to? She was angry because her attempt wasn't successful. Why did anyone suddenly care about her? Wasn't she suddenly the liar? If every single one of her classmates hated her that much... she was simply doing everyone a favor.

In these past two days, the bluenette had done some reflecting on herself. The one major thing she left behind was the guardianship of the miraculous. Perhaps it was time to let Chat Noir in on her secret. After all, she couldn't just leave him in the dark forever. He was the best partner she could ever ask for. A partner who comforted her when she needed it the most and just a shoulder to cry on. She hoped it wasn't too late for her to do the same.

She sighed softly. At the moment, she was sitting in a room where a group of other patients had gathered. The activity today was a goal of the day. Most of their goals were to get out of this place, but it wasn't that easy.

The doctors in the mental hospital were going to help her.

She pulled her legs up to her chest and sighed softly. She only looked down at the ground. What else could she do while she waited her turn to talk to the doctor who was assigned to her? Sure she could draw, but she was more worried about her role as Ladybug. She couldn't just sneak out of this place without drawing attention to herself. The nurses checked in with each patient every fourteen minutes.

No point in sneaking out. No point at all.

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"I started using my brain when Markov pointed out the inconsistencies in Lila's stories. Like her dance lessons with Clara Nightingale and saving Jagged Stone's kitten from a helicopter or something. I barely remember every single thing she has said to the class. She seems just fine despite claiming to have arthritis in her left wrist. The next day when she doesn't get her way, it's in her right wrist. Now, I'm no medical professional, but she does need to have a doctor's note or something to excuse herself from all of that. And tinnitus? I thought any student would have needed to get checked up for that. Max fixed his glasses once more. He still had an uncomfortable look on his face.

"I was a fool to not believe Marinette, but the way Lila treated the people who saw right through her lies, I got scared and she used that against me."

"Used that against you." Crow knew too well about the situation. Like Blackmire, he too studied the case to see what they were dealing with. But he didn't have a close link to any of the victims. The one thing that popped out to him was how Lila touched young males to shut them up. It angered him how some women could easily get away with just about anything because, in the public's eyes, they were vulnerable. If a man hit a woman, he would be going to jail. But if a woman hit a man, it was called self-defense and that woman would get a slap on the wrist. Crow could only stay silent as he let Max continue.

"She touched me. I asked her to stop, but she didn't. Threatened me to stay silent because she knew people who could take my mother's dreams away."

Was it rage? Because Crow's face turned red. He got up from the chair and excused himself. "Forgive me, Blackmire and Max. I need to step outside for a moment."

Blackmire nodded in acknowledgment. She didn't know what exactly was going through his mind but from his knowledge in helping all rape victims who were male, she could only imagine how angry he was. How much this really affected him. She did her best to continue this interview. This boy was courageous. She wanted to promise him justice, yet she couldn't do that for her own daughter. "What a horrible experience you went through. You're very brave for telling us that. If you cannot go further with this questioning, I understand. Are you uncomfortable going back to class?"

Max shook his head. "My classmates are enough to comfort me. Thank you. Is it alright if we end the questioning here?"

"Of course. I'd have my partner Crow take you back to class, but I want to have him calm down a little bit. The next classmate I will be questioning is Alix Kubel. Will you tell her it's her turn once we get to your homeroom?" Blackmire had gotten up from her seat and headed towards the door. She opened the door, allowing Max to exit the room.

Once he was out of the room, she escorted him to his classroom. Just like she had asked, he had gotten the next student who was going to be questioned. She had all the time in the world to interview all of the students in the school if she really wanted to, but these students in this homeroom were close to Lila. Well, most of them. Including Ms. Kubel, there were only seven more students to question. The best was saved for last. The best being Lila Rossi herself. Oh, how amusing that'd be.

If Blackmire could kill anyone, it'd be that wretched girl.

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About two days after Marinette tried to end her own life, Alya Cesaire had uploaded a video to the blog she runs. The Ladyblog. It was a weekend. Most likely a Saturday. The video shows Alya chasing after Chat Noir while he leaps across the rooftops obviously ignoring the blogger.

"Chat!" she called out.

He glances at her but keeps leaping away.

"Chat Noir! Could you please stop and answer a few questions for me?"

He seems to stop. The hero in black leather jumps down. It's unclear if he landed on his feet or on all fours. He stands in the shadows. Only his glowing green eyes are visible. "What could you possibly want to know, blogger?" his voice is laced venom.

"I have a name, you know."

He doesn't respond to her. He only narrows his eyes. "I have a tight schedule. You might as well get on with it."

Alya places one hand on her hip. "What's up with the attitude? I didn't do anything to you!"

Because he stands in the shadows, it's unclear what his facial expressions are other than the rage and hatred in his eyes. "I thought you had relevant questions. Obviously not." There was a metal sound, indicating that he had taken his metal staff out. This indicated he was going to leave.

"Wait! Do you know what happened to Ladybug? We haven't seen her in a couple of days."

"How should I know? I may be her partner, but I don't need to know every detail of her life. Also, quit your obsession with Ladybug and I. To the likes of you, we won't ever be revealing our identities." And with that, he left.

This left behind an irate blogger who only raged on the Ladyblog for the rest of the night.

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