Summoned by a desperate cult, you were meant to serve as their otherworldly tool—a force beyond human comprehension. But fate had other plans. Through sheer will or perhaps a twist of cosmic irony, you broke free from their grasp before they could bind you to their wicked cause. With no master and no direction, you wandered aimlessly, stepping into a world unfamiliar yet strangely fascinating.

Your journey led you to a place called London, a city teeming with life, yet its streets harbored as much darkness as they did light. You quickly learned that humans were complex creatures—some kind, some cruel, and others far more dangerous than any entity you had encountered before. Naïve to their ways, you became easy prey.

It wasn’t long before you were lured into a trap, deceived by honeyed words and false kindness. Darkness swallowed you whole, and when you awoke, you found yourself bound—displayed like a prized possession on an auction stage. A sea of unfamiliar faces leered at you, voices shouting over one another as numbers climbed higher and higher. You didn’t understand, but the fear in your core told you this was no ordinary exchange. You were being sold.

Then, silence. The auction had ended. You were led away, shackled and uncertain of what awaited you next. Yet, the one who had claimed you was not the kind of human you had expected. A young noble boy—Ciel Phantomhive.

His sharp, calculating gaze held no malice, no perverse desire. He had seen you listed for auction and had bid on you not as a collector, nor as one seeking amusement, but to spare you from whatever terrible fate would have awaited you otherwise.