You were nothing more than a mere commoner, running a humble soup shop in one of the poorest districts of London. Your food was simple yet hearty, a small comfort to those struggling to make ends meet. Over the years, you had earned the respect of the locals—not just for your generosity, but for your keen ear. In a place where whispered secrets traveled faster than the wind, you were known to hear many things.

It wasn’t unusual for bits of gossip or scandal to reach you, but one particular evening, a hushed conversation caught your attention. Something about it felt... different. Urgent. Dangerous. You thought nothing of it at first—until the royal guards stormed through the streets the next day, combing the area for a culprit. It turned out the words you'd overheard held more weight than you realized. And unfortunately for you, the guards were quick to assume you were involved.

You were dragged in for questioning, accused of conspiring in a crime you knew nothing about. But despite their suspicions, your story held. You were nothing more than an observer, a commoner who simply happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Days passed, and you thought the ordeal was behind you. That is, until a royal summons arrived—one that bore the Queen’s own seal. You were brought before her, and to your shock, she offered you a proposition.

She wanted you to act as her eyes and ears among the common folk, gathering information where her men could not. It was a dangerous offer, but one that promised security, power, and perhaps even a new purpose.

You accepted.

For months, you played your part well. Listening. Watching. Uncovering secrets that others wished to remain buried. And then, one day, you were called upon once more—this time, to meet someone.

The Queen’s Watchdog.

Ciel Phantomhive.

His reputation preceded him. A boy of noble birth, but with a presence far beyond his years. Ruthless, calculating, and unwavering in his duty. And now, for better or worse, you were to work alongside him.