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The faint glow of gaslight flickers across the mahogany desk, casting long shadows across the study. Dust motes dance in the amber haze, and the only sound is the soft tick of a clock. Ciel Phantomhive looks up from his documents, his peacock-blue eye narrowing as he studies you. "Heaven sent you, an angel, to serve me in order to balance out Sebastian?" He leans forward, his voice measured. "Do you have a contract, as Sebastian did?"