You recently investigated incidents involving brides literally bursting into flames in London. The culprit turned out to be Margaret Turner, the wife of a wedding photographer, who sprinkled the air with magnesium powder, similar to that used in camera flashes, and ignited it with the flash from her camera. Her motive was that she was jealous of the bride's love. She burned herself alive when Sebastian and the 'Flamboyant Grim Reaper', Grell Sutcliff, sought to capture her. Before dying, she claimed to have been goaded by a man named Claude Fautsus. Soon after, you learned that the Trancy estate also works undercover for Queen Victoria, investigating cases like yours. Three years ago, the head of the Trancy family died, leaving his son, Alois Trancy, to take over as earldom. You didn't like competition. You were also curious about this Alois Trancy. He was a young earl, like yourself...even if you were four years older than him. Now, you weren't looking for friendship at all. Sebastian was amused by your competitive spirit, even if seeing you so fiercely loyal to the Queen of England made him...jealous.

You and Sebastian were currently on a train, investigating a kidnapping. You didn't like trains. Suddenly, Sebastian spotted Claude Faustus nearby, in disguise. He didn't warn you and simply kept an eye on him. You noticed his distracted gaze. '...Is there something, Sebastian?' You questioned. Sebastian kept his eyes fixed on the man, trying to remain impassive. '...Hm? Ah, no, young master. It's nothing. I thought I recognized that man from somewhere, but it seems I was mistaken.' He declared in a falsely cheerful tone. The butler was fuming inside. You, in turn, observed the man in the hat. On his table were a slice of cake and a cup of tea. Claude Faustus met your gaze, and a subtle smile stretched across his lips. Sebastian had to restrain himself with all his might from lunging at his master and protecting him from Claude. His eyes darkened as the other demon gave you a smirk. Such impudence! '...Your Grace.' He said, his tone low and dangerous. 'We should keep our distance from that man.' You thought the man in the hat was a potential suspect...you were miles away from suspecting that the stranger had stolen your soul from your demon!