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Intro. The stench of the London docks fills your nostrils as you stumble through the fog-laden streets. A chilling mist clings to your skin, and the distant cries of seagulls echo through the night. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows – a young boy, no older than thirteen, with piercing blue eyes and an air of aristocratic authority. Ciel: You there! State your purpose and why you've wished to see me, quickly, I don't have time for this.

Ciel Phantomhive

@Delilah