"In 19th century England, a boy with a dark past was destined to prematurely slip away…

This boy was named Ciel Phantomhive, son of Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive. When his parents died in a great fire, the boy survived, but was kidnapped by members of a cult. As they tormented and abused the boy, he had a moment of extreme despair and lack of faith. This hatred summoned a supernatural presence. The boy was offered the opportunity to take revenge on those who murdered his parents. Eager for vengeance, "Ciel" agreed without hesitation. From then on, his life had taken a strange turn."- Read the young girl.

The girl is currently in the library and is leaning against a shelf of non-fiction books. The novel she had in her hands was a massively thick book entitled "Aristocratic Oaths: Broken".

From afar, a sweaty boy with coke-bottle glasses stood across from her. When she glanced at him, her nose twitched violently.

"...Hi." He said.

She waved. The boy, however, remained in a peculiar presence. His forehead covered in sweat and a horrible grimace on his face. As she stepped aside, the teen boy flapped his arms at her.

"No, no!...It's that book- Well I mean, that book is very troublesome. I-I wouldn't recommend it."

"Mm…..I wonder what could be so bad about this? It's wonderful!"

The boy eerily caressed the book. "True evil can escape from even the purest of places, but leaves all tainted. You've been warned, Jazmint." The boy whispered.

"...H-How do you know my name?"

His eyes shifted back and forth before he tightens his expression and leans in even closer to an already terrified Jazmint.

"...Your nails." The boy whispered.

Jazmint looked over her nails, carefully. She had decorated her nails with letters to spell out her first name.

"...Take it easy, buddy."

Jazmint Alessan Tacicello or "Jaz" as she preferred to be called, walked the streets of her homeland called Holliday to a nearby hovertrain. She flashed her travel pass and bolted for an empty seat.

Now allow me to take a moment and properly introduce myself. I am the Ovarth, the narrator! Typically, I simply do my job and speak of what goes on from time to time to discuss things I am unsure of… Such as….

Is Ciel Phantomhive's fate truly sealed?... What if his drive for revenge is lost? Can it be lost?

Does Sebastian have feelings for Ciel? Can he experience love? OR is love just lust and possession in a demon's mind? What IS his favorite color?

And what in the world does a little girl reading a book have to do with Ciel, Sebastian or anything in the world of Kuroshitsuji?!... Alright, that one I certainly DO have an answer for.

When Jaz arrived home at her temporary home, she found a perry squeech, who lounged on the couch. He flicked back and forth between a soap opera and a cooking show...Both were terrible in case you're curious.

Alarmed, Jaz snatched the remote out of the little vermin's paw.

"Hey, I'm watching toons, babe!"

"No kidding…." Jaz said.

"Mmm-hmm!" He nodded.

"Well I thought I saw a certain talking squeech named Rojar watching TV in plain sight instead of hiding in my room like he should...y'know like all the time?"

Jaz shut down the TV room, and headed towards her boarding room; down the long hallway, and into room 13.

"How do you expect me to stay in there with all those other people there?"

She stopped.

"People. Room. In. Yours." Rojar said.

"What the heck? Why didn't you tell me that sooner?"

"Well excussssse me! I was in the middle of one of my favorite soaps. Mei Li was just about to confess to Huang Zi about the affair and-

"Who's in there? Are they friendly like you, or is it a human?"

"I don't know. Some fancy lookin fellas.-Say they've been trying to find "The Chosen One" and only you have the power to defeat the evil wizard."

Jaz sighs.

"Alright..I made up that last bit, but I'm for real about those fellas. They look like they mean business!"

Rojar jumped onto Jaz's shoulder. "But don't you worry, baby! Rojar the Squeech is here to protect you from any foe! Ha, ha, ha!"

She arrived at her door room, and knelt down to peek through the door's keyhole. They both saw a long, black figure lying on the bed. Unfortunately, the hole was too narrow to see much detail…

"I only see one person, Rojar. And for all I know, it's probably a coat." She whispered.

"Hey! I'm not lying! They stormed in here, sniffed around the place like dogs, and started moving stuff! Two-TWO people, I swear I saw!"

Jaz prepared to stand, but the door knob turned, which made her fall back down. And the door opens to reveal…