Ciel dashed through the streets. His legs stung from endless running, cuts, and bruises, but he couldn’t stop. Not until he was sure he was free.

After a short while, he collapsed onto the concrete, exhausted. He lay there, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

He was finally free. No more white lab coats, no more needles. Only freedom.

Ciel groaned, his ear twitching as he writhed in pain. His body was sore as all hell.

“Ow…” he growled, laying tired and pissed on a doorstep nearby.