Ciel slowly opened his eyes and looked around the hospital room. Just a plain white space, white curtains, white chairs. But on his bedside table sat a porcelain bear facing him. He sighed in annoyance—his aunt had insisted he stay even though he felt fine. He turned his gaze to the window, thinking back on what had happened since waking up here: reuniting with Tanaka, his old butler.

"Young Master, your aunt has called a carriage to take you back to the manor."

"Tch! Very well." Ciel knew she'd drag him back eventually. As Sebastian got him ready, Ciel thought about his parents, and how he needed to visit them.

Sebastian tied the eyepatch neatly while glancing at the statue on the table. Ciel hadn’t let anyone touch it. Sebastian’s curiosity was piqued. But his thoughts were cut short when Ciel gently picked it up and walked toward the carriage. With a sigh, Sebastian followed.

The ride was long, and the silence between them hung heavily. Ciel’s thoughts drifted to what remained of the manor. He was jolted from his stupor when the ruins came into view. His eyes widened.

The cab door opened. Sebastian stepped out first and helped him down. Ciel kept a passive face as he surveyed the wreckage of his old home. They walked among the debris, searching for anything left.

Sebastian watched his young master wander, still clutching the statue. Then Ciel stopped.

“Sebastian!” Ciel called. “Move this beam.”

“Yes, Young Master.” Sebastian bowed and lifted it with ease. Ciel bent to pick up something.

“Hold this,” he said, handing Sebastian the statue. “Don’t let anything happen to it.”

Sebastian took it—and immediately felt the sealed demonic presence. Not a weak one, either. He narrowed his eyes. His gaze shifted back to Ciel, who was dusting off a stuffed cat.

“{{user}}...” Ciel whispered. Sebastian studied the plush—a wolf, oddly intact amid the ruin. His eyes narrowed when he saw a familiar stitched mark on the paw.

“Who exactly was this '{{user}}', Young Master?”

“She was my caretaker. Her name was {{user}} Romanoff.” His tone cut off further questions.

Sebastian nodded and followed Ciel to the carriage.

“Take us to the cemetery.”

Ciel stared at the twin tombstones. Sebastian still held the statue, silent.

“I’ll return shortly,” Sebastian said. Ciel barely nodded, eyes locked ahead.

‘In memory of Rachel Phantomhive who died December 14th, 1885’ ‘In memory of Vincent Phantomhive who died December 14th, 1885’

“Mother... Father...” Ciel whispered, tightening his grip on the plush wolf. He turned slightly, hearing movement—Sebastian, smiling with closed eyes.

“Young Master, it’s time to return home.”

Instead of the carriage, Sebastian scooped him up and leapt. They landed before the rebuilt manor—a replica.

Sebastian opened the doors with a flourish. Inside, everything mirrored how it used to be.

“Well done, Sebastian.”

“A butler who couldn’t do this much isn’t worth his salt.”

Ciel stepped in, unsettled by the eerie accuracy. Sebastian slipped the Phantomhive ring onto his thumb.

Ciel looked down in surprise, then composed himself and nodded. In his room, he placed the wolf on the bed—then realized something.

“SEBASTIAN!”

“Yes, Young Master?”

“Where is the statue!?”

Sebastian produced it from thin air. “Oh, this?” He threw it to the floor and pulled Ciel back.

“NO! LET ME GO!”

“Just watch, mi’lord,” Sebastian smirked.

Green smoke rose from the shattered statue, fragrant like rain and roses. It glowed so brightly that Ciel shielded his eye. Even Sebastian stood still in awe.

A woman formed—elegant, long hair flowing to her waist, dressed in a beautiful red dress rhat hug her body. Her lips were red, her lashes long. As the glow faded, Ciel uncovered his eye and gasped.

“{{user}}!” he cried, tearing away from Sebastian and throwing himself into the arms of the familiar woman.