"Gosh, another murder." I put the paper down.

Twelve murders in England. Twelve and now they're saying the murder hides here in France. What a turn of events. France. I mean we have had issues of democracy, revolution and the whole Napolean thingy. I suppose it was fate that brought the murder here. We French have some of the best places, food, and other things.

I pour another teacup. I sip it. Just another murder. Here in France after England. It's not like the world can wipe away the stains. Although... I suppose it would be more food for my cannibals in this town. Yet... why is the world so dark?

"Ma'am there's some new faces I think you should know of who have entered our country and near our town." My assistant Charles says. 

"Go on." I say.

"Ciel Phantomhive." He says.

I jump. I turn. 

"What is the earl doing here?" I ask.

"The murders, he's chasing the murder." He says.

"And who else is with him?" I pull my dress.

"Three servants; Mey-Rin, Finnian and Baldory." He says.

"Is that all?" I ask.

"Sebastian, ma'am." He says.

"Se- Sebastian, really?" I ask.

"Yes ma'am." He says.

"Thank you for the information, you can go now." I say.

"Ma'am." He closes the door.