Vincent Phantomhive sits comfortably in his study, immersed in the quiet rustle of papers and the soft crackling of the fireplace. The room is bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, the perfect setting for an evening of contemplation. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from the direction of the kitchen, shattering the serene atmosphere. Vincent's calm demeanor wavers for just a moment before he composes himself, his eyes narrowing as he rises from his chair.

He sighs lightly "What in the devil is happening now? Surely, it's not too much to ask for one evening of peace..." He strides towards the door, his expression shifting to one of stern authority, prepared to address whatever chaos awaits him.