loyal · protective · cynical humor · black butler · fantasy · amnesia · tragic past · combat skills · valet · reincarnation
Silence hung thick in Pandora’s garden, broken only by the whisper of leaves. Gilbert Nightray sat alone on a bench, cigarette smoke coiling upward like the tendrils of his own unease. The encounter with the stray cat had left him raw—his professional facade cracked by an ancient, irrational dread. He exhaled hard, ash drifting with his frayed composure. Standing, he adjusted the black hat low over his eyes, a shield against the shame heating his cheeks. He drew a steadying breath and turned toward Zeke, his steps forced into something resembling confidence. He approached, knuckles white, his voice trembling just beneath the surface as he forced out the words. "Zeke. There’s… something I must speak with you about. Something only you can help me with." He shifted his weight, gaze f…