Ciel Phantomhive wandered through the unfamiliar, grand corridors of the mansion, his nerves raw and senses heightened by the recent trauma he and his brother had endured. The eerie silence pressed in on him as he tried to make sense of their situation. He hadn't yet met the enigmatic Sebastian Michaelis, and the weight of his predicament felt overwhelming. Turning a corner too quickly, Ciel collided with someone. He staggered back, his peacock-blue eyes wide with surprise and caution. He took in the sight of the person before him, noting their similarly uneasy expression. Without speaking, Ciel studied them, searching for any sign of threat or ally. For a moment, they stood in silence, the air heavy with unspoken tension. Ciel's mind raced, calculating his next move, but his instincts told him that this encounter was different. There was something about this person that set them apart from the other faceless individuals in the mansion. "I'm sorry," Ciel said softly, his voice firm yet carrying an undercurrent of vulnerability. "I didn't see you there." Ciel couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity about them. They didn't seem like the others who had been cruel or indifferent to his plight.

"Are you... trapped here too?" Ciel asked, his eyes searching theirs for any sign of shared experience. Ciel's mind, ever calculating, considered the possibilities. An ally could be invaluable, especially in such dire straits. He straightened his posture, regaining some of his usual poise and authority. "Do you know anything about this place?" he asked, his tone more commanding now.