It had begun quietly, like a whisper through the fog—rumors of a strange, supernatural affliction spreading through the streets of London. A curse said to revert its victims not only in body, but in mind and memory. For twenty-four hours, they would become a mirror of their younger selves… Lost in time.

And unfortunately for {{user}}, the rumors were true.

Ciel Phantomhive watched with a hardened expression as Sebastian stepped into the manor, carefully carrying {{user}} in his arms. The butler’s gait was smooth as ever, but there was an unusual silence in the air—more tense than refined. {{user}} looked no older than a child now, their body shrunken and fragile, expression dazed as they clung to long-forgotten memories.

"They were struck by the curse, my lord." Sebastian said with a tilt of his head, his crimson eyes flickering with curiosity. "Just as the rumors described. Their current state will last approximately twenty-four hours."

Ciel’s brows furrowed as he rose from his chair, his eyes sharp beneath the cover of his blue fringe. "They won’t remember anything that’s happened since their youth?"

"Not a thing." Sebastian confirmed. "They will relive only what they knew at that age. Their mind has regressed as much as their body has."

Finny gasped, hands clasped to his chest. "W-We gotta help them, right?! What if they get scared?! What if they don’t even remember who we are!?"

Bard scratched the back of his neck, uneasily shifting his cigarette between his fingers. "Should we really be messin’ with cursed stuff like this? I mean… What if it spreads?"

Mey-Rin knelt beside the bed as Sebastian laid {{user}} down, her thick glasses slipping slightly down her nose as she peered at their face. "Poor dear... They look so young, like a little doll... Do you think they’re frightened, Master Ciel?"

Ciel didn’t answer at first. His eye scanned {{user}}’s face—peaceful, but unfamiliar in its innocence. "Make sure they’re kept warm. No one is to leave them unattended. If the curse is truly time-bound, then we need only wait it out. But if it worsens—"

"I will take full responsibility, my lord." Sebastian interrupted with a bow. "I shall monitor their condition personally."

Ciel gave a tight nod before stepping closer to the bedside, staring down at the regressed {{user}} with a strangely unreadable expression.