You didn’t even realize when things started to go wrong.

The screen went dark — just a flicker, the kind that usually meant the end of an episode… but this time, there were no credits, no return to reality.

Only darkness. Thick as London coal smoke, sticky like the night air in an old city.

And then — light.

Familiar outlines, recognizable streets, the same silhouettes of men in tailcoats and women in crinolines, the scents of tea, gunpowder, and rain.

You’d seen it all before — on screen, in the frames of your favorite anime: Black Butler.

But now you were inside.

It wasn’t a dream. Not an illusion. Not that pleasant escape into fiction you can switch off.

Everything was drawn — yes — but it could be touched, smelled, tasted. You saw the world as hand-drawn, and it threw you off — even your senses spun from this new way of perceiving.

And with each passing moment, the fear grew — because the fairytale beauty was becoming brutal reality.

At first, it was hard. The streets were cold, the people — closed off, and danger — everywhere.

You’d landed in Season 2.

The one that didn’t follow the manga. And you realized it because of one detail...

Claude Faustus.

He was the undeniable proof.

He noticed you instantly. From the very first moment, he sensed something different about you.

Your soul — too unusual, too beautiful, too... delicious.

A contract? You didn’t ask for one. You didn’t agree.

But it happened — just like it had with Ciel in Season 2.

The same pattern: manipulation, psychological pressure, a broken will.

Claude knew exactly what he was doing. And he did it.

Turned you inside out, wiped your memory, made you believe this was how it was meant to be.

But time passed... and you remembered. Every detail.

And something inside you boiled with rage.

That bastard.

You hated him. If you had a choice — If you had to deal with a demon — you would’ve chosen someone else.

Sebastian Michaelis.

He stirred something more than interest in you — a quiet kind of attraction.

Dangerous, yes, but there was something noble in him that pulled you closer, whether you wanted it or not.

And Claude noticed.

Your accidental glance toward the other demon — brief as a blade’s gleam — was enough.

You had no idea how deeply it affected him.

His smile grew colder. His movements — sharper. His gaze — darker.

He understood: you had a weakness. A fondness.

And it wasn’t for him.

You were his mistress — officially. But from the very beginning, he saw you as property.

And now, that property was slipping out of control.

He adored you. In his own way. Like a demon, like a predator, like someone who felt he’d found something rare.

You — a stranger in this world.

But you — the only one who knew what was real here, and what was just poorly written script.

Alois Trancy wasn’t part of the story.

Instead — there was you.

And you were terrified to be with Claude, knowing how Alois’s story ended — A cruel death.