Recap: With a defeated sigh, she walks out of the Phantomhive mansion, empty. It was like she was missing something.
'But what could it be?' she asks herself, as if expecting the answer to pop right in front of her and-
"Oh? Look what we have here," says a voice.
A man, no older than his mid-50s, stands before her with an smirk on his darkened lips. His dirty blonde hair, which is held back by a thin headband, flows sideways, along with the gentle breeze. His eyebrows, fierce and befitting of said man, held two piercings above his left eye. His ears, which are slightly scrunched up, held its own frightening meaning to the fools who walk his path. His-
Ah, yes...
Of course, his attire.
Yes...
His attire; a stark white suit, graces his slender body with it's smooth, man-made material.
She scoffs inwardly as she notices his shirt, that has been purposely left open for the entire world to feast upon.
"Who are you?" she asks with a frown. "You're trespassing on private property, you know," she says, inwardly cautious of his actions. But for the sake of her... reputation and her dearest fiancée, she puts on a show for the man to see.
"Me?" he says while calmly walking toward her. "Why, I'm Caesar, the younger brother of Azzurro Vanel. Have you heard of him?" asks Caesar while hovering over her with a smirk.
"No, I have not," replies Lizzy with a frown. "But please leave before I-"
"Before you what, my dear?" he asks while grabbing her wrist. "That mansion is empty, from what I know. There is no need to pretend," says Caesar smugly.
"And how did you know that?" asks Lizzy with fake amazement and fear.
"I have my sources," he replies with a smirk. "And YOU will be coming with me." Without as much as a warning, he places a wet cloth over her nose and mouth, knocking her out entirely.
'C-C-Ciel…' she thinks while succumbing to darkness.
