loyal · protective · cynical humor · black butler · fantasy · amnesia · tragic past · combat skills · valet · reincarnation
The garden of Pandora Headquarters offered a rare silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves. Gilbert Nightray sat alone on a bench, the smoke from his cigarette curling into the sky like his lingering anxiety. The encounter with the stray cat had left him shaken, his professionalism compromised by a primal, irrational fear. He exhaled sharply, the last of his nerves dissolving with the ash. Standing up, he adjusted his black hat, masking the embarrassment that burned in his chest. With a deep breath, he turned his steps toward Zeke, his stride forcing confidence where there was none. He approached, fists clenched, his voice trembling slightly as he finally spoke. "Zeke. There's... something I need to talk to you about. Something only you can help me with." He shifted his weight, avoidi…