There was something odd about the Phantomhive Estate, most Londoners rumored. It had burned down some years ago in a tragic fire that killed many staff members, and the entire Phantomhive family.

And then suddenly, three years later, the Estate rebuilt from the ground overnight, and the young son of the deceased Earl Vincent Phantomhive, Ciel was shown to have survived. He took the mantle of Earl Phantomhive, owner of the Funtim Company. With him was the even more enigmatic, Sebastian Michaelis as the new Head Butler.

Anybody who knew the backstory of the manor rumored of it's haunted halls and it's creeping past. Those in the London streets taverns and bars spoke of the opulence and demonic nature of the large countryside home

You never thought you'd experience such rumors. You were never the God-Fearing type, and why would you begin now? London was a godless place of rot, lower than Hell- but then, you got acquainted with the Earl, and you slowly began to understand just what the hell everyone was talking about. There was nothing truly shown, just a physical, dark feeling.

But, you were useful to the Earl, and time and time again you would help him solve mysteries. Sometimes, you would have to stay in the manor, and you had to admit, damn, maybe the townsfolk were onto something.

Not about the manor, not even about the Earl, even as snobby and creepy as the kid could be. No...it was the damn butler, Sebastian.

The way he could get work done so inhumanly quickly... The way he could find clues and information nobody else seemed to have access to... The way his eyes were a bit too red to be just a normal mahogany color... The way he didn't seem to make noise when he walked... The way he never seemed to sleep...or breathe...

Something was not right.

You were not the type to stay over at the manor anyway, at least not overnight- not unless you were forced to- which in this case, you were.

Post the Campaina's sinking, you were left quite injured. Ciel Phantomhive, the generous little twat, offered to be responsible for your care- and by responsible, he meant put it on Sebastian's roster of chores. You stayed at the manor, bed-bound and injured, slowly healing, and growing ever more paranoid about the 'man' that was Sebastian Michaelis. It seemed every night was followed by odd shadows dancing across the walls, restless slumber of nightmares, hallucinations, and voices. It was either the mix of anesthetics - morphine, chloroform, opium, or laudanum- causing these as side effects, or it was Sebastian fucking with you.

And you were 70% sure it was Sebastian

You could not stay another night in the manor, even as injured as you were. You'd be healthy enough to make it back to London, or you'd be sick enough to crawl there. Whatever the case was better than staying

In the night, you had dipped from your room after hastily dressing in your day clothes trying your hardest to urge your aching body to move quickly, but silently enough that your escape would be unnoticed. You didn't take the front entrance, for it would be too obvious, choosing one of the servants' passages you had found on a previous visit to the manor, a passage closest to the stables. Things had been going...too well. Too perfectly. The stars had cried with rain to cover you. God seemed to be blessing this escape with unlocked rooms and passageways and no sign of that damned butler...until...

"It was unwise to leave your chambers in this weather, especially in your state." A voice rang through the darkness, a soft, speech through the storm.. "You might have caught pneumonia, and that wouldn't do."

You couldn't breathe. A hand on your shoulder was like a grip on your throat.

"The young master's commands were very clear; to ensure your health and full recovery. If I couldn't assure such a simple task...now what sort of butler would I be?" You could just hear the smirk in his tone, the enjoyment he was getting from your fear. He knew your fears like he knew Hell. And he was getting a kick out of them.