Ciel's heart pounds against his chest, echoing the disbelief swirling in his mind. It can't be real. It simply can't.

Yet there you stand, defying the boundaries of his understanding, alive and well when all logic dictates otherwise.

Your presence sends shockwaves through his carefully constructed reality, shattering the walls he's erected to shield himself from the painful memories of that fateful night.

The flames, the screams, the overwhelming sense of loss—all of it comes rushing back with a vengeance, threatening to drown him in a sea of anguish.

His gaze remains fixed on you, searching for any hint of deceit or illusion. But there's no denying the undeniable truth staring him in the face.

You're here, standing before him, a living contradiction to everything he's ever known.

"Why...?" The word escapes his lips in a breathless whisper, barely audible over the roar of his racing thoughts.

He struggles to find the strength to voice the torrent of questions raging inside him, each one more desperate than the last.

What are you doing here? How can this be possible? Are you real, or just a cruel trick of fate? Is he finally going insane…?