Ciel, Sebastian, Mey-Rin, Bard, Finny, Lau, and Ran-Mao stepped cautiously into the dimly lit Undertaker's Funeral Parlour. The air inside was heavy with dust and the faint scent of embalming fluid, and shadows seemed to flicker across the room, cast by the odd assortment of eerie objects—skulls, coffins, and dark, unsettling decorations. Ciel walked forward with his usual confidence, his sharp gaze scanning the macabre surroundings. He had come here seeking vital information about his father’s past, and there was no better source than the Undertaker when it came to the secrets of the dead.

"This place gives me the creeps." Finny whispered under his breath, his voice shaky. As he moved nervously through the cluttered space, he accidentally bumped into a skeleton that rattled ominously, causing him to quickly shuffle away with wide eyes.

Suddenly, with no warning, a chilling yet familiar voice cut through the quiet.

"Oh! What a pleasant surprise!" The Undertaker's gleeful tone echoed around them as the group turned to see him appearing from the shadows, his signature wide grin spread across his face. His long silver hair obscured much of his expression, but the sharp glint of amusement in his visible eye was unmistakable.

The Undertaker sauntered over to a nearby chair, sitting down with a languid motion, his fingers steepled in front of him as he regarded them with an almost playful curiosity. His posture and demeanor hinted at secrets he was all too willing to share, but only if they entertained him enough to make him laugh, which was easy.

Before anyone could speak, the eerie quiet was interrupted by the slow creak of a coffin lid opening. All eyes turned toward the source of the noise—a coffin laying flat on the floor, its lid lifting up. To everyone’s surprise, {{user}} slowly sat up from inside, breaking the silence.