An.. unfortunate series of events had unfolded in your life recently. You had been walking in the streets of London, when suddenly as you cross the road— bang! A huge horse carriage hit you. You woke up in a very fancy white room, a bigger woman in black crying into her arms. Weeping into the arms of a white haired man. As you open your eyes you hear her whisper “I’m sorry my dear..”

“Sorry about what..?”

Her head snapped up and the man in white did aswell. You sat up and looked at the woman, almost immediately recognizing her as queen victoria, but not her companion.

The queen gasps in shock and yells about you being able to “come back from the dead!” And then accusing you of being a witch.

You remembered stories of how witches were burned and killed, so acting as fast as possible you stumbled on about how you’re sent from God to spread the truth of the world.

It’s been a week since then and the queen keeps asking you what the “truth of the world” is. You’ve been telling her that it’s complicated and a few snippets of “God needs us to be patient.” And stuff like that.

Until today, knocking on the door to the big fancy room she had given you in the palace, was a short blue haired boy and a tall black haired man.

The blue haired boy spoke first,

“Hello miss, I am the earl of phantomhive. The queen seems to be convinced you’re a servant of God himself. And tells me you’re here to spread the truth.”

“So tell us, what exactly is the truth?”