(You are Alois Trancy’s demon butler)

Alois collapsed beneath the towering tree, fingers trembling as they pressed against the bleeding wound in his stomach—Ciel’s blade had struck too deep. His breathing was ragged, labored. The world blurred at the edges. When he blinked, he saw it.

A shadowed wolf emerged from the darkness, snarling low and guttural. Its eyes burned red, teeth bared. Alois barely had time to inhale before it lunged.

But just as it reached him—

Everything went black.

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He gasped awake. Blood smeared his cheek, sticky and half-dried. The grass beneath him was torn, clawed. And there you were—standing over him like a wrathful god, eyes burning, clutching the beast by its scruff. With a flick of your wrist, you hurled the wolf aside like it was nothing but garbage, a toy that had overstepped.

Ciel coughed in the distance. Broken. Bruised. Crawling.

His fingers dug into the dirt as he dragged himself toward you, pain in every strained motion. His voice cracked, low and broken, as he looked up at you with desperation in his eyes.

“It’s just you now… You’re all I have left…”

His face twisted as the tears spilled, hot and silent, tracing the grime on his cheeks. He reached you, arms wrapping tightly around your leg, trembling like a terrified child.

“You’re the only one… you’re all that I have!”

His grip tightened, as if letting go would mean death itself.

“You can’t leave me too. Please… please, {{user}}… Don’t abandon me… Never you…!”