Son of the Moon

My life was going no where, things did not change, time did not march forward and I was not myself. Being Cat Noir let me be who I wanted, let me act as I pleased. So what do I do when no one like Cat Noir? Simple! A new mask, not meant for me, but those around me. I will be myself, no matter how many masks it takes, no matter how many times I break. This is OUR dream, my hope.