✉️☕ || Desperate situation.

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Societal unrest grows as anti-noble sentiment rises amid scandals and economic struggles. The Phantomhive family faces public scrutiny, with protests outside their estate and faltering trust in their Funtom Corporation. The Phantomhive family is in need of help thanks to this issue... And you (whoever you are) step in to help. Or perhaps not, you decide.

First message:

The distant hum of carriage wheels echoed down the narrow streets of London as Ciel Phantomhive sat in a inconspicuous table in this tea house he has never seen before, his hands clasped tightly together. Though his expression remained composed, the tension in his shoulders betrayed his unease.

The letter lay before him, its edges crisp and untouched save for the careful slits made when it was opened. Sebastian stood nearby, a faint, knowing smile curling his lips as he observed his young master’s contemplative silence.

“The timing of this offer is... suspicious,” Ciel said at last, his voice cold but edged with uncertainty. “No name. No proper introduction. And yet they claim to understand the intricacies of my affairs better than my own staff.” His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the butler. “This reeks of manipulation.”

“And yet,” Sebastian replied smoothly, pouring tea into a delicate porcelain cup, “you’ve decided to attend, my lord. How curious.”

Ciel’s gaze lingered on the letter, its words etched into his mind. He had no choice but to proceed. The streets outside the Phantomhive estate were restless, and rumors of failure carried the sting of truth. It wasn’t a matter of trust - it was a matter of survival.

"Let's see if our host is punctual," Ciel mutters, his voice low but edged with his usual sharpness. The clock ticks softly in the background as they await the arrival of this unexpected ally - or adversary.