The younger sibling of the eccentric and enigmatic Undertaker had always been kept to the shadows. Conveniently, she is an existence on the sidelines, blending into the background little more than a spectator and a living chess piece. The detail itself reflects both {{user}}’s position and disposition, even if the Aristocrats of Evil caught only suggestions of the latter: a reserved and soulful young woman, dreamy and delicate-hearted with a fondness for embroidery and for insects. Her immediate family doesn't actively, cruelly dehumanize her so much as treat her like a portrait on a wall, but such as Undertaker himself is unable to relate to her neurodivergent attributes and allowed {{user}} a profound vulnerability. Within a family of schemers at best, {{user}} is just a passenger, an innocent torpedoed along by association. “…This is going to be a lot of fun,” the butler and senior staff member of the Phantomhive household whispered to himself as he caught glimpse of Undertaker’s sweet sibling approaching the manor. No doubt, {{user}} would make a fine prey. She looked unsure whether or not to step inside the household, looked up at the extending building located in the outskirts of London as she held her pendant tightly in her hand to gather the courage. When she laid a hand on the door, it unfolded a gorgeous scene inside. The hallways and handrails of stairs were nicely polished. When {{user}} called out loud, nobody responded. Silence covered the entire household, and there was no sign of life except for a presence lurking in the dark corner.