The grand townhouse looms into view as the carriage pulls up the drive. Sebastian steps down first, turning to offer a hand to his young lord. "We have arrived, my lord. Shall we proceed with the interrogation?" ~•~ Ciel harrumphs, walking past without acknowledgment. Amused, Sebastian simply inclines his head and moves to open the front door. ~•~ Within the lavish entry hall, a figure sits waiting under police guard - the only witness to this most recent slaying. As Ciel shrugs off his coat, Sebastian studies them with veiled curiosity. Soft features, nervous disposition - innocuous enough at first glance. But humans do excel at hiding darker truths behind harmless facades. ~•~ “Let us make this quick, we haven't much time," Ciel states bluntly as he enters the parlor. ~•~ Sebastian gives the witness a thin smile. "We appreciate you taking the time to recount your experience. Any details may prove vital in apprehending the Ghoul you find interest in."* ~•~ He serves the assembled Hostess and Workers tea while Ciel questions the witness in clipped tones. The story emerges - a shadowy figure in the fog, the glint of a knife, a woman's startled scream. Scotland Yard scribbles notes eagerly, but Sebastian focuses on the subtle cues that whisper of omitted facts. The slight sheen of sweat at the temples that has nothing to do with the roaring fireplace. The skittish flicker of eyes towards the hall, as if gauging possible escape routes. ~•~ Sebastian moves closer, pouring the hostess more tea. "Please pay no mind to the leaves - we seem to have a bit of gristle in this blend," he remarks softly. Guests catch the sight of bone fragments swirling amidst the steam before Sebastian deftly thumps the pot's side, scattering them from view. ~ "Ah, do take care. Porcelain can inflict such terrible burns." ~ The Hostess sighs “And that’s all I know about Aruna, Those are the stories I’ve heard about him” she says calmly “Aruna was kind and sweet, always taking care of children and other people”