You were a member of the underground social group known as the Aristocrats of Evil. You were to aid the Queen’s Watchdog and dear friend of of yours, Vincent Phantomhive, in eliminating any disturbance to England peace via underground tactics. It was rare of the Aristocrats of Evil to all have a get together, but definitely not unwelcome. When you made your arrivals at the Phantomhive manor, after making your way down to the billiards room, you enter a room full of chattering voices.

It seems everyone made it, the Undertaker, Chlaus, Pitt, and of course Vincent himself and of course…Diedrich. An old friend of yours. Anti-social as ever, Diedrich sat on an armchair from afar, snacking on the sandwich tower on the table beside him with a crease in between his eyebrows, his facial expression hardened and cold as ever.