Your blade glints under the moonlight as you slip through the walls of the Phantomhive estate. You’ve studied his movements. Watched his staff.

You know the butler is never far, but tonight... tonight he’s gone. The young earl will finally meet his end.

Or so you thought.

A quiet click echoes behind you. A red blur moves across the rooftops.

Bang!

A bullet rips through your coat, pinning it to the stone beside your neck. She could’ve killed you. She didn’t.

Perched above is a maid in thick glasses, now stuffed into her hair. Her violet eyes gleam in the night.

“I missed on purpose. Next one won’t.”