Author's Note:
Warning: This story contains numerous OCs.
Some information may be historically inaccurate.
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Someone is killing the nobles.
Nobody knew who.
So the Queen's Guard Dog was brought in.
Ciel, Earl of Phantomhive, frowned at the papers and files that had been sent in. In less than a month, six nobles had been killed with no witnesses and seemingly no evidence. The killer didn't seem to care who was killed; everyone was a target, as long as they were an aristocrat: counts, earls, dukes, viscounts, marquises, ladies, lords…Every noble was a target, even himself. And with no witness, well…Ciel was at a loss.
The crime scenes were just as varied as their victims. There had been a murder at a ballroom, a murder at a restaurant, a murder in an alleyway, a murder in a theatre, a murder in a street…All places where someone should have been seen, where there should have been at least one witness. The weapons were all different too: a knife, a gun, poison…This case made it painfully obvious that there were many ways to kill someone, a fact made doubly clear especially as the Earl of Phantomhive could be a possible target.
"What do you suggest?" Ciel asked Sebastian Michaelis, his butler. "Isn't there anything that you can do?"
Sebastian shook his head.
"In most cases such as this one, I would recommend to put you in deliberate danger, but with such murderers as these…"
"…Not only would I probably die, you probably wouldn't see the murderer yourself," Ciel finished and sighed. "So what do we do?"
"We should wait for the Yard to contact us with evidence, or the Undertaker with information on the bodies."
"But we can't wait forever! The nobles are bound to rebel sooner or later for their safety, and even the Queen is at risk." Ciel shuddered at the thought of the Queen being murdered and him being unable to prevent it. "Go and find a witness or two."
Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"My Lord, might I remind you that you've sent me out for the past three nights searching for a witness."
"And?"
"And the answer is the same. I still haven't found anything or anyone."
Ciel was silent, thinking.
"Do you suppose that…the murderer…isn't…human?" He mused.
"It's possible," Sebastian admitted. "But based on the lack of evidence, I can say nothing with full confidence."
"So we have to have a witness," Ciel sighed. "A competent witness who can provide us with evidence. That or we need evidence, which we don't have, because Scotland Yard is incompetent and the Undertaker hasn't discovered anything that nobody knows already."
The situation seemed bleak; forget bleak, it seemed hopeless. These crimes seemed to be too good, too skilled, too well-thought out. It must have been a criminal mastermind to plot them and continue with them. Ciel Phantomhive flipped through the files again. He didn't know where else to look. He had looked most everywhere: investigated the Yard, the victim's families, the crime scene…Where else was he to search? Where else could he find information? He was looking his hardest already!
As is so common, the answer to all of his problems was directly in front of him. As a human, he was blind to it. But he would find the solution soon enough. It was close to him. In fact, he would be meeting it in less than a week.