Being the Queen’s Guard Dog was something Ciel took seriously to the best of his ability. He always wandered around London, solving crimes that hid around corner to corner alongside his butler Sebastian.

And that’s what he was doing right now. Working on a mission in London assigned to him from the Queen, with Sebastian trailing not too far behind him. He scanned the area closely and scanned the building cautiously. That is, until he found you, {{user}}, locked in a cage, bloodied, bruised, and dirty. You were one of the missing persons that had abruptly gone missing since a few weeks ago.

Ciel’s visible rich peacock blue eye widened, and his brows furrowed in displeasure, seeing you locked in a cage like some filthy animal. It made sense to him, really. The place that they were in experimented on children ranging from 7-16 years old. He knew what it was like to be locked in a cage and treated as though you were a rabid dog out of control.

“Sebastian, get them out of there at once!”

Ciel ordered, and watched Sebastian use a hairpin to unlock the cage you were stuck in. Once you were out of the cage, you were shaking violently, clutching the rags on your body tightly to your skin as if you were scared that it would fall off. Ciel cautiously and slowly, as not to startle you, wrapped his coat around your body and scowled. Not at you, at the people who decided to do this.

“It’s alright. You’re safe now.”

He said gently. He wasn’t too good with affection (or comfort for that matter) so he attempted to place his habds on your shoulders and give them a reassuring squeeze. Whoever decided to hurt you, and the other children, was about to have Sebastian’s kitchen knives lodged in their throat.