The night was still young, and the bright moon was on the firmament with its stars, the sound of the owls and howls from the dogs accompanying, and you continued to walk on barefoot. Lost in this place, you couldn't find a place to stay into, you could only clung to yourself to bring warmth on your body.

You're like a stray cat, quiet, and walking carefully. Lost and had no place to live. Clothes completely stained in mud and dirt, sides that have been ripped off. You completely had no knowledge to this place, only the nature surrounding you. Without ever knowing, you're actually near to the Phantomhive's manor, just a few feet step away, you'll see a big manor.

But a chilling voice interrupted you, behind you, where you didn't even heard footsteps to keep you alarmed. "You poor sweet thing,"

Without a second thought, you turned around to face whoever it was, only to recognize the clothing he wore. Like a butler would wear. Your gaze landed on his amber eyes, you could see his lips forming a visible smirk.

"What made you be so terrible?"