Marinette was on her way to school- nervous of course. Over the summer, she had moved to Paris and was still taking in the beauty of it.

     As she approached the school, she took a deep breath before entering the lobby. Within seconds, a brunette was starting a conversation with her.

     "Hey girl! My name's Alya, you look new, just move to Paris?" 'Alya' questioned at the blue-highlighted girl. Marinette mustered up all the remaining courage she had left and replied with ease.

     "Yeah, its a beautiful here." She complimented, soon earning a strange sentence from Alya.

     "Don't let Paris's beauty distract you, Chat Noir prowls the streets." Alya cringed, unaware of how oblivious Marinette was.

     Softly, she muttered. "Who's Chat Noir?" Alya looked surprised, and opened her mouth to speak. She was cut off by annoying laughter.

     "Who's Chat Noir? Are you stupid? He's the handsomest and baddest boy in Paris!" Chloé declared, obviously mooning over him.

     "He's robbed high-security banks, he's sooo cute and smart! I bet he's rich too!" Chloé sighed, before turning her attention back to Marinette.

     "Huh?" Marinette tilted her head questioningly, unaware of emerald green eyes staring at her in deep thought. Chloé shooed her off and walked away, hips swaying as a short red-headed girl followed.

     "That's Chloé, she's terrible." Alya spoke, obvious annoyance in her voice. Marinette's attention snapped back to her, how could one be in love with a criminal?

     "So what exactly has Chat Noir done to Paris?" Marinette questioned, curiously shown in her bright blue bell eyes.

     Alya shivered, obvious in deep thought. "Well for starters, he robbed  high-security banks, like Chloé mentioned. And- he's an assassin." Alya spoke.

     Mentioned paused. An assassin? "So he's murdered innocent people?" She questioned, eyes widening as her own hand flew up to her pig tail, batting at it nervously.

     "Uh-huh." Alya confirmed, crossing her arms in disapproval at the thought of the criminal. Suddenly, the bell rang, signalling the end of their conversation.

     "See you later girl." Alya spoke, walking away. Marinette nodded to herself, approaching her first class.

*Time Skip*

     As Marinette left the tall building, she paid no attention to her surroundings. Her gaze was focused on a design, laced with Ladybug spots.

     As she clumsily tripped, her sketchbook fell out of hand as she went face-first into somebody's chest. "Sorry sir." She mumbled, pulling away as the mysterious victim caught her.

     "Are you now?~" Came his reply. She looked up, oblivious and still in his arms.

     "Nice costume- a cosplayer?" She questioned, shifting out of his grip and picking up her sketchbook.

     Chat stood there for a few moments, dumbfounded. "What?" He questioned, clearly surprised by his statement.

     "See you around." She smiled, before walking away. Now paying more attention to her surroundings as she proceed her walk to the bakery.

     Curiosity gripped her as she entered, greeting her parents and heading upstairs, the first thing she did was turn on her computer and enter the password- searching up the name 'Chat Noir'

     Before her stood millions of images of the criminal, Chat Noir. She managed to click on a clear image of him.

     Black ears, suit, mask, belt tail, boots- and a golden bell. Wait..

     Sudden realized something, her eyes widening. This was the so called cosplayer she bumped into. That's why he was so confused that she wasn't scared of him!

     "I'm in danger." She chuckled, gazing at the screen which contained thousands of articles. She clicked on one, reading what it had to say.

     Chat Noir has recently been spotted by the Mayor's high-security bank,'Weath', we assume he is going to rob the establishment.

     Update: The bank has been robbed- and two lives have been taken. Hannah Rebecca Greene, and Winston Tim Don. Rest in peace.

     She scrolled down to the comments, wide-eyed.

     Chatblog [author]: Stay safe!

     Chat Noir: I'm sure they won't. Paris citizens are complete idiots.

     She was in danger, she was probably on his list- seeing as she bumped into him. Who knew she would die within a week of moving?

     "Dinner is ready!" Her mother called, breaking her gaze from the screen. She immediately closed out of the tab and raced downstairs.

     As she approached the table- sitting down, her mother spoke. Disgust in her voice.

     "Apparently a murderer is on the loose. Should we drive you to school tomorrow Marinette?" Sabine questioned, laying down some baked goods in front of her.

     "No, I'm fine mama. Thanks for the offer, though." She smiled, taking a bite of a buttered croissant.

     "Okay dear." Sabine mumbled, obviously over-protective. When dinner was over, she walked back into her room. Unaware of emerald green eyes yet again blazing at her.

     As she yawned, she laid down in her bed. Sleep taking her.

     Slowly, her trap door opened and a certain cat slipped inside, pen and paper in hand.

     Dear Princess,
         It seems you have no knowledge of me. It is I, Chat Noir. Let me just say this- I'm watching your every move. The people you talk to, when you trip over something- I'll be there. Watching.
     
     Sincerely, your knight.

     He wrote, a smirk written across his face. This was the first letter, the letter that didn't include an exact reason.