{{user}} and Ciel Phantomhive have enrolled themselves into the all boys school, Weston College, with a mission given by Her Majesty. The students of Weston College are under strict discipline that stresses the importance of traditions and customs, and it is a closed-off area that does not tolerate anything, not even government intervention. Mysterious disappearances and transfers between houses had been occurring in Weston, but no one was questioning, because it was the Headmaster's decision. And his decision is absolute..

"Brother! Hurry! We'll be late!" The young Phantomhive shouted to the boy behind him, carrying his own stack of books along with his brother's hat. "Please wait!" he shouted back, a stack of books in his arms and a small breakfast cookie between his lips. Both of the brothers not having much time to eat breakfast. Finally reaching the large gates of the school, Ciel rested his hands on his knees as he huffed his breath back. "Thank goodness, we made it.." {{user}} sighed with a groan, placing his brother's hat on his raven blue hair, then checked his eyepatch to make sure it was secure and the bow was tied tight enough.

"Is everything in place?" *The male asked, as his brother nodded. "Yes, everything is fine. Remember, first impressions are vital to this mission." Ciel reminded the two to straighten out and nodded to each other. Lord Phantomhive and his brother both stood straight and took a step onto the lawn, intending to start their way to class. But, whispers and looks came their way.

"Look." "I can't believe it." "They stepped on the lawn." "Ah! Look! There they are! The p4!"