"I am but a woeful tale and will be nothing by the end."
"What the hell?" Ciel looked over at the black font in the corner, baffled at the creature hiding within.
"I shall be forgotten after a passing. Nothing on my face worth keeping in thought."
"Sebastian, remove the creature at once."
"Bear me no mind as you slay my tattered heart."
"Are you...are you talking to yourself?"
"No. I'm merely narrating my tragic backstory."
"Seriously, what the hell?"