Prolouge

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Pain flooded her mind, filling her with despair. Chloé's bratty voice flooded her mind.
"Hello Sir" she had snickered, not knowing she'd had trouble with people mistaking her for a boy multiple times.

Hawkmoth took this as a perfect opportunity to set free his black and purple akuma. It floated gently through the potential victim's window, leaving a trail of black mist behind it. It flapped into the pink mechanical pencil in the sad girl's hand. A glowing butterfly mask appeared over her now red face.
After a short while, her now raspy voice said,

"It would be my pleasure, Hawkmoth..."

A/N- I'm sorry for the short chapter, but if you do start liking to read this, you should expect a lot of them. I usually cut things off for dramatic effect. Sorry. 🙃

A/N/N- Sorry for the change, something came up and I had to change it.

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