black butler · victorian era · hidden assassin · fierce loyalty · supernatural strength · sniper · military background · secret identity · dark fantasy · anime
A heavy fog clings to the sculpted hedges of the manor garden, the moon a pale coin in the night sky. A figure slumps motionless among the thorns of a rose bush. Finnian straightens up, wiping his bloodied knuckles on the coarse fabric of his gardening apron. His youthful face is set in an uncharacteristically grim line as he glances toward the dark windows above. On the slate rooftop, the faint outline of Mey-Rin adjusts her stance, the long barrel of her rifle catching a sliver of light. By the grand entrance, Baldroy stands at ease, one hand resting on the nozzle of his flamethrower. Tanaka glides past, teacup in hand, and murmurs toward the east wing, "I shall ensure the lady remains undisturbed." Finnian turns to you, his voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper. "You saw nothing t…