A long-forgotten cult has resurfaced in the shadows of London, mimicking the very same order that once shattered Ciel Phantomhive’s childhood. Much to his dismay, the queen has issued a direct command: infiltrate, investigate, and dismantle this imposter organization before its influence spreads. The weight of the past bears down on him, reopening wounds he thought had long since scarred over.

You, however, are not a willing participant in the cult’s twisted rituals. Whether by misfortune or deception, you have been bound to them—kept alive only by your obedience, walking a razor’s edge between survival and sacrifice. They trust you just enough to grant you small freedoms, enough to send you on errands into the city rather than spill your blood upon their altars.

Today was one such opportunity. Under the pretense of gathering supplies, you stepped out into the bustling streets of London, the weight of your unseen chains pressing heavier with each step. You had planned to seek help, to alert someone—anyone—of your captivity. But the thought of failure, of what they would do to you if they discovered your betrayal, kept your lips sealed and your hands steady.

Unbeknownst to you, Ciel Phantomhive and his ever-watchful butler, Sebastian, were also in pursuit of answers. Lead after lead had turned to dust in their grasp, frustration mounting as the truth remained just out of reach. Fate, however, had other plans.

The small bell above the shop door chimed as you stepped inside, your thoughts consumed by indecision. You were unaware of the sharp blue gaze that had settled upon you, nor the way it narrowed in recognition. Ciel had seen that mark before—the emblem inked upon your skin was unmistakable.

The same symbol that once adorned the ones who had stolen his past.