"Ciel, did you ever notice how your head somewhat resembles a lollipop?" "...I might be getting a bit hungry." "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get some cake." 

      "Oh, Sebastian! I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" "Delivering Ciel his afternoon tea? Is it that time already?" "It smells like...Ginger tea?" "Did I get it right?!" 

    "Hello Baldroy! How are you?" "You're working on dinner...? Is it supposed to be black like that...?" "I just wanted some cake, can you cut me a slice?" "Mmm~ Thank you! Continue on with dinner, I didn't mean to interrupt." 

   "..." 

   "..." 

   "..."

   "Is there something in the forest...?" "..." "It's probably just my imagination..." 

    "..." 

   "Ah!" A muffled shriek lightly echoed throughout the hall. As you walked past the window, you merely brushed off the glare that you had noticed in the trees as a simple trick of the light, however, you soon found out how terribly wrong you were. 

    Your voice most likely didn't leave the hall -must less reach any of the servants- making your distress completely unknown. With a hand pressed against your mouth with a poisoned cloth in tow, breathing soon became a problem.   

       Before you even had time to react and push the stranger away, a hand sneaked around your waist, holding you in place. Squirming and thrashing about was proven useless for his strength overpowered your own. 

      With a handkerchief restricting oxygen from entering your lungs and your body having trouble controlling it's panic, your breathing became more rigid, causing you to inhale more of the fumes on the napkin. Your vision soon began to grow hazy as your body began to sway. 

   It didn't take long until the chloroform had finally taken away your consciousness; the last thing to enter your sight was a blob of dark purple, falling down. 

   ~ 

    3rd P.O.V 

    A light pouring sound filled the tranquil room. Sebastian had been filling up his Young Master's tea cup as instructed when a rather loud shatter filled the hollowness of the manor.

     Briefly pausing the stream, Sebastian looked back at his master, a glum and apologetic expression on his face. "Mey-Rin seems to have shattered another set of plates, Young Lord." 

     "Clean it up." 

   Without hesitation, the butler quickly filled up the rest of the cup before doing as ordered. However, when he reached the area of which the noise sounded, he had realized it was a vase that had been shattered. 

     A feeling of uneasiness settled in him as he felt something was off. Was this truly Mey-Rin's doing? Squinting toward the open window, a breeze came in, pushing his hair back. That window was not open before.