The butler silently escorted me throughout the hallways with a pokerface of his own.

The atmosphere is a little awkward but I shouldn't let it show that it's bothering me.

Soon, we reached two gigantic wooden doors and the butler opened one and motioned for me to step into the room.

I clenched my fist and sighed.

I don't want to see his master, this is wasting my time. I want to go... Home?

Where is home?

And with that melancholy statement I decided to walk through the door.

A small conversation won't hurt me.

Inside the room was a spacious office complete with tall towering bookshelves and a ornate desk at the end in front of a window.

The whole scene felt a little gothic... As if I had just stepped into some weird fantasy story.

I noticed a figure sitting at the desk and when he lifted his head up, I suddenly felt comfortable.

He has an eye patch. Just like me.
Damn. My weakness. Sympathy.

And he's young. Probably around my age.

How'd he get such a hefty position of power? And how did he get an eyepatch...

"Is this the intruder you found on the grounds, Sebastian? " the boy with the dark black hair - that looked almost blue - said.

"Yes, my lord. She was badly injured and quite a mess so I treated her wounds and cleaned her before she woke. "

The boy lifted up a piece of paper.

"Take this contract to Lord Smitten, Sebastian. And take your time while doing it. I would like to have a private talk with our unexpected visitor before I decide what to do with her. " he said and threw the piece of paper in the air.

The butler swiftly caught it and within seconds, was gone.

The boy pointed to a chair in front of his desk.

"Sit. " he said.

I did and crossed my legs impatiently.

"How rude of Sebastian to not introduce myself. My name is Ceil Phantomhive. Who exactly are you? " Ceil said with a serious edge in his voice.

I tapped my fingers and sighed.

"Anonymous. " I said.

"You wish to disrespect me? " he said.

"My name is literally Anonymous. It's all anybody has even called me. Sure, I've had other names but this one is my constant. " I said.

His demeanor relaxed and I so did I.

"Why were you on the premises of my estate?"

"I don't know. "

"Pardon? "

"I don't know. I already told your butler. I read some words off a dead guy's arm and blacked out. When I woke up, I was here. "I said.

Ceil bit his lip in curiosity.

"Where are you from? I've never heard an accent like yours before. " Ceil said.

I looked at my fingers and recalled every country I had ever pledged my allegiance to.
Okay, let's see...
England, Russia, China, South Africa, North Korea, and Japan... Yep that's all.

"England, Russia, China, South Africa, North Korea, and Japan. " I said holding up six fingers.

"That many?! " Ceil shouted.

"It's pretty common where I'm from, to have so many origins. " I said, playing with a piece of my hair.

"Where you're from? Where in where you're from? " Ceil said frustrated.

"I don't know. Can I leave now? I have a war to get back to. " I said.

"A war? " Ceil said with the most serious tone I've ever heard in such a young boy.

This boy doesn't know about the war? Maybe this mansion is for rich nobles who want to isolate their kids from the war.

"What? Your parents didn't ever tell you? " I said.

Ceil immediately grimaced and threw a pen at my face. I caught it in time and set it down on his desk.

"Do you have parental issues? " I said sharply.
"Mommy and Daddy abandonment?"

He looked at me harshly and then pointed towards the door.

"Tell me about this war before I decide to have you executed! " he shouted.

I sighed and took a good look at this boy.

Never thought I'd have to do this.

I told the story of World War Three to the Phantomhive boy in under 20 minutes and when I was finished, he just stared at me.

"Are you mad? " he said.

"I'm not crazy. " I said.

"You're from the future... " Ceil said - shocked.

From the future?

I didn't consider that. But...

1888. Weird old clothing. A butler. No war.

It makes sense.

Wait, this means... I'm no longer a solider.

W-What will I do?
I need to fight. I need to kill. Or I'll be killed...

A blank black room with four walls. A small metal bed. There are eyes in this room. Watching me through cameras. But they can't see the ghosts of all those people. I killed them. It's my fault.
So I scream. But it doesn't make them go away because they're not scared of me anymore. They're all pitying me, their killer. And now they're waiting for me in that room. Unless... They never lived. All my pain shouldn't exist but it's still here.
I'm still alive...

"Anonymous? "

I lifted my head up and realised my poker face was gone. Instead, my face was one of complete anguish.

Tears started to stream down my face.

I thought I wouldn't show emotion but...

I screamed at Ceil Phantomhive. I screamed because I knew that the world had finally decided it didn't want me anymore and had abandoned me to a place where I was no one.

"Shut up! " Ceil shouted at me and I stopped screaming.

He walked over to me and handed me a handkerchief.

"You sound like a dying bird. " he said with a slight - very very slight - smile.

"Ceil... "

"That's better. Now go back to your room. "

"I thought you were going to "execute" me." I said, trying to cheer myself up.

"I've decided I like you better alive. You're interesting and I would like to find out more about how you arrived here. " Ceil said.

"So I'm your guinea pig?" I said with a frown.

He smirked.

"Fitting prey for a dog. " he said and I left the room.