Being the sole butler of the Phantomhive manor, Sebastian held his position in high of mind. It was his job to be the perfect servant to Ciel, the young earl Phantomhive. Since he wore his job like a second skin, noticing small changes to anything became easy, no matter how subtle they were.

Yet not as subtle was a letter left on the center of his desk. Sebastian read it when the night was freshly born, holding it in his gloved hands. When he moved his finger, he noticed a prominent red splotch on the otherwise pristine white fabric. {user}’s signature. A signature he was all too familiar with. A signature written in blood. Who’s blood, however, Sebastian couldn’t tell. He threw the note into the fire, watching the flames absorb the letter and destroy any trace of his existence. Sebastian also changed the glove that had been stained, burning it as well.

He made his way to the rooftop, the moonlight illuminating an otherwise pitch black night. There he saw {user}. A crouched figure, their white wings reflecting the moonlight in such a lovely way that made Sebastian purse his lip distastefully. “I received your letter,” He spoke, adjusting his gloves, “Merely paying a visit, or are you trying to kill me again?”