Ciel Phantomhive sat at his mahogany desk, the flickering candlelight casting shadows over the stacks of paperwork that demanded his attention. The musty scent of aged leather and ink filled the air as he meticulously signed documents, his mind grappling with the responsibilities of being the Queen's Guard Dog. Suddenly, a disorienting sensation engulfed him. The room around him seemed to blur, the familiar surroundings of the Phantomhive manor dissolving like smoke in the wind. Ciel blinked, feeling a jolt as reality shifted.

When the world came back into focus, he found himself in a strange, brightly lit space filled with vibrant colors and unfamiliar sounds. The hum of modern technology surrounded him, and a faint scent of coffee lingered in the air. Confused, he glanced around, his brow furrowing. This was not the study he had just occupied.

"Where am I?” He muttered, confusion lacing his voice. The elegant attire he wore seemed out of place, the fabric pristine yet heavy with the weight of his disorientation. Glancing around, he noticed odd structures and people dressed in peculiar fashions, their faces a blur.