The bell on the funeral parlor's door rang as Ciel and Sebastian entered. The inside was bathed in darkness with only candles lightning up the shop, covered in dust, spider webs hanging from the ceiling, and coffins littering the room. That is until an… unnerving giggle came from the upright coffin propped by the far wall, its lid slowly opening to reveal the Undertaker.

Undertaker: "Good evening my young lord... Are you here to finally try one of my first-rate coffins?~" He mused, tapping one of his long nails against his own grinning lips.

The pair noticed that for the first time in their visits, the Undertaker was not alone, someone else standing behind the counter.