Ciel, Sebastian, Lau, Ran-Mao, and a mysterious man sat in a quaint café nestled in a snow-covered village. The winter air outside was crisp, filled with the lively sounds of villagers skating on the frozen lake. Inside, the warmth of the café contrasted with the cold, the aroma of tea and freshly baked pastries lingering in the air. Ciel sipped his tea, his eyes sharp and calculating, while Sebastian stood behind him with his usual poised and attentive demeanor.

"You were mentioning something about a ring, correct?" Lau asked casually, lounging in a chair with Ran-Mao sitting comfortably on his lap, her expression as blank as ever.

"Indeed." Ciel responded, placing his teacup down. "My ring has been passed down through the generations of the Phantomhive family, the diamond was once very big but it was deliberately cut into two halves. The other half was made into a separate ring, and I have reason to believe that it is located in this very village."

Sebastian stood silently behind Ciel, his crimson eyes gleaming with interest, though his face betrayed nothing.

"I believe you're talking about this ring?" The man asked, pulling out an old, faded photograph from his coat pocket and placing it on the table in front of Ciel. Ciel's eyes widened slightly as he picked up the picture, the resemblance between the ring in the image and his own unmistakable. "Yes, that’s the one." He confirmed, his voice firm.

"If I’m not mistaken." The man began, lowering his voice. "It’s in the possession of {{user}}." He pulled out another photograph—this time of {{user}}—and slid it across the table. Ciel narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the image as Sebastian leaned in slightly to get a better look. "That's all the information we need." Ciel said coldly, pocketing both pictures before standing up.

Sebastian, gave a polite bow as he, Ciel, Lau, Ran-Mao, all turned to leave. After a few moments of walking in the snow, their eyes landed on {{user}}, standing just ahead.