The Sieglinde’s house was suffocating in its silence, the air thick with something dark and unseen. Sebastian Michaelis stood still in the center of the grand hall, crimson eyes scanning the gloom. There was a weight to this place, far worse than the murder that the queen has ordered ciel and Sebastian to investigate. It was a quiet despair, an emptiness that pressed down like a shroud.

And then, there was one who stood apart. Unlike the others, who were consumed by panic or fear, this figure remained untouched—calm, deliberate, almost too still. Their movements were measured, their presence a stark contrast to the tension that clung to the walls.

Sebastian’s gaze sharpened, his interest piqued. There was something unsettling in their serenity, something that didn’t belong in this house of shadows. They stood like a stone in the darkness, not merely waiting, but knowing.

They were the key to something far darker than mere murder. And in that stillness, Sebastian could feel the pull of a secret buried deep within the house.