Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Norroo's POV:

    Shadowmoth is a horrible person. 

   He found himself in a predicament.  He refuses to escape.

    It is almost as if he likes being this way.

    How ironic that the biggest supervillain of all time is also the world's insect.

    He flaps his wings but struggles to accept the truth.

 The others shay their head in dismay.

 The man needs psychological help.

 He would if he were a man.

Now, however, he needs to calm down.

 He could seriously hurt himself if he does not stop bumping into the wall.

  Good thing there are no bug traps in the house.

    The others do not know it, but he senses the scent of a wool sweater.

    He longs to reach out and grab it.

    Too bad he does not know where it is at the moment.

     Shadowmoth feels his eye ducts as small as they are filled with tears.

    For once, he feels like the one looking in from the outside.

   He feels alone, weak, and afraid.

  He feels like a vulnerable little child.

  He feels uncertain about what to do.

He lays still for a moment.

Perhaps, if he rests for a bit, he can come up with a decent plan.

  He closes his eyes and falls asleep.

  Norroo can hear him snore.

The others can too.

  Good day, he sure is loud for a bug.

   The others start to feel sorry for him.

   Why should they?

 He is the one who caused all the trouble in the first place.

If it had not been for him, the people of Paris would have been safer.

the story continues in Chapter 12

til then,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!