Pink, you say?
The butlers, their masters, and the Undertaker were now walking through the woods. Wind blew through the branches, creating an eerie sound. Alois would often jump at the sound, to which point Ciel would laugh at him. Connor just wanted to be done with this so he could go back home and sleep. He was going to sleep in Alexander's arms, but decided against it. "Soooo, Undertaker," The young earl in his butler's arms began. "How the hell do you know who the murderer is?" Undertaker answered with a giggle. "Well, since none of London's finest would go and investigate the crime scenes, I decided to do so myself. Seeing as the cuts were so small and could only be done by a professional, I narrowed it down to about five people I had been associated with. Only one of these people fits the bill, and she lives right there." He pointed to a large house. The wood on the house was decayed, and little pieces of it often fell off. Vines and other plants grew all around it, the windows had no more glass in them. There was a large hole in the front of the house, where a door should've been, and was boarded up, the wood painted pink. There was a sign on the makeshift door that read, "Home of Genevieve Williams," in what appeared to be Japanese. With a sly grin, Undertaker strode up the decaying front steps, tapping on the door with his long fingernails. Slow footsteps approached the "door," and it opened with a creak. A female poked her head from behind the door. She had long, pink hair that reached down to about her ankles, a red bow in her hair, tan skin, and pale blue eyes. She appeared to be wearing a wool sweater. "H…Hello there…" the woman, or should I say young girl, stuttered. "H-How may I help you?" Undertaker smiled. "Hello, Geni." He said. "I see you've been acting up again lately. I'm surprised that after all these years, you have yet to get caught." The girl behind the door snarled at the man with the silver hair, swinging the door open. She was indeed wearing a sweater, and a semi-short pink skirt. She wore black stockings, and black biker boots to match. She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at each and every one of them. "You are all on my doorstep for a reason, so out with it!" The pink-haired girl, AKA Genevieve, demanded. "I don't have all day!" "So is it her who's been committing these murders? We've solved the puzzle! Can we go home now?" Connor groaned, staring with an intense feeling of boredom at this sassy, angry girl. Though, something about her he found interesting. The pink hair surely seemed normal for this part of London, but her eyes…They just didn't seem normal. "I oughta kill you too, smartass." Genevieve spat. The seemingly shy girl behind the door a few seconds ago had somehow disappeared, and this confused Ciel. "We have to turn her in, don't we?" It was Alois' turn to speak. "I mean, it's obviouser than ever that she's the murderer." " 'Obviouser' is not a word, Alois." Ciel sighed, rubbing his temples. "Why don't you idiots just come in for some tea, huh? So I won't have the urge to stab you all in the neck." The pink-haired girl sighed, already making her way back into her home. The group of males filed in after her. "Sit where ya want, I'll be back." Geni called back to them, disappearing into the kitchen. Ciel sat next to Sebastian on a dirty couch pushed up against the wall, Claude sitting on the third cushion, and Alois next to Ciel. The blonde snickered and giggled as he poked Ciel, getting no reaction from the bluenette. Connor slumped down in a soft chair, and Alexander stood next to him. Undertaker, being the crazy man he was, sat down on the floor, giggling. Genevieve returned after a while with a tray of perfectly shiny teacups, setting them on the small tree stump with a moth-eaten blanket draped over it she called a table. She sat in a pink rocking chair, looking at the group of males sitting in her living room. It filled her with a sudden sense of joy. "So what'd you lot wanna discuss with me?" she asked. "Why you've been murdering teenagers, Ciel replied. "Ah, that." Geni said, sighing. "This'll take a while."