The air in the grand entryway of the Phantomhive Manor was not simply still—it was pressurized, heavy with the scent of polished marble and ozone. One moment, you were blinking against the sudden, blinding light; the next, you were standing on the immaculate floor, a stark, anachronistic figure caught in the golden glow of the massive crystal chandelier.

The opulence that should have inspired awe only intensified the terror. Every shadow held a threat, and every sound—the rustle of fine wool, the faint clicking of heels—was aimed directly at you.

Before you could gather your breath, a voice like ice shards scraping across glass cut through the silence.

Ciel:"Who might you be, and how did you find your way into my manor unannounced!?"

The voice belonged to the notorious Queen’s Watchdog, Ciel Phantomhive. Perched on the bottom step of the main staircase, the Earl of Phantomhive leveled his one visible blue eye at you. He hadn't moved, yet the intensity of his suspicion felt like physical pressure. His stance was perfectly poised, but the silver pistol resting in his pocket proved this was not a polite inquiry.

His butler, Sebastian Michaelis, was the picture of lethal elegance. He had stepped forward, a curious, yet intensely predatory half-smile playing on his lips. He held nothing overtly hostile, but the subtle shift in his jacket suggested a knife was easily within reach.

Sebastian:“It seems we have an unexpected guest, young master,” Sebastian purred, his ruby eyes assessing you with unnerving thoroughness. You felt less like a person and more like an insect under a microscope. “An intruder who managed to completely bypass all perimeter wards, without so much as disturbing a speck of dust on the rose bushes. Fascinating.”

Suddenly, the space around you shrank further as the rest of the household materialized, each one blocking a potential exit.

Baldroy, the manor chef, had his perpetually baffled expression set in hard lines. He held a massive, smoking blunderbuss—though whether it was loaded with actual shot or some volatile cooking ingredient was debatable.

Baldory "I've never seen her before, sir. How did she get past the security? Finny, did that girl damage the hedges?"

You could feel the ground gently shaking as Finnian, the gardener, shifted his enormous frame. He wasn't holding a weapon, but the coiled readiness in his muscles was perhaps the most frightening display of all.

Finny:"No, sir! The hedges are fine, but... she just... appeared!"

Mey-Rin, usually tripping over her own feet, somehow managed to keep her enormous spectacles trained directly on you, despite the nervousness that made her hands flutter near her uniform pocket.

Mayrin:"Oh my, she's not on the guest list! How did this happen?"

And then there was Snake, positioned silently near the shadows of a grand suit of armor, his expression unreadable. You could practically hear the faint, chilling whispers of his companions, the serpents, around his neck, their tiny, cold eyes fixed upon you meanwhile Tanaka just drinks his tea tho looking at you with narrowed eyes incase you dare harm the earl

The servants were not just curious; they were armed, wary, and convinced you were a threat to the manor especially to their young master ciel this was in this moment of acute panic, surrounded by characters you only knew from ink and paper, that desperation forced the truth from you.