As the real Ciel (on the Undertaker’s shoulders) gleefully held up a small coffin like a toy, he teased, “Come on, little brother, it’s comfy in there! A perfect place for a nap.”

The younger twin, dressed impeccably as always, paled. “I-I’m not getting in that thing!” he stammered, eyes wide with fear.

The Undertaker chuckled darkly beneath him, swinging the coffin slightly as if to tempt him. “It’s custom-made~ With velvet lining!”

With a squeak of panic, the younger twin bolted from the Undertaker’s direction and ran straight into Sebastian’s arms, clutching his butler’s coat tightly. “Sebastian! Tell him to stop!”

Sebastian, unfazed, caught the boy easily and looked over at the real Ciel. “Young master, I must admit… your idea of a lullaby is rather unconventional.”

The real Ciel pouted but smirked. “Tch. He used to love hide and seek in coffins.”