As soon as I feel he is sound asleep, I finally leave Ciels' room. Closing the door behind me softly, I make my way down the hall but as soon as I turn the corner, I see Tanaka as he passes me in the hall.

"Good morning Sebastian." He greets me. Morning? I guess I was in there longer than I thought. Ciel tossed and turned so much that I was sure he'd eventually wake himself, so I stayed and watched over him as promised.

"What time is it?" I wonder aloud. Tanaka smiles and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a large, round antique silver pocket watch. He hands it to me and I accept it, running my thumb over the intricately engraved surface.

"You can keep it." He offers and I nod as I politely accept it, slipping it into my own pocket as he starts to leave.

"Wait, the other day, you said that Ciel was going to need me more than I know – what did you mean by that?"

"Read the journal Sebastian, it's all in there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have breakfast preparations to attend to." He pauses for a moment, "The floor is slick with oil, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

"It was a cooking experiment gone horribly wrong." I admit. I can see him struggle to stop himself from bursting out into laughter – instead, all I get is a 'ho ho ho' as he takes his leave towards the kitchen.

I wander towards the room that is meant for me. I haven't had the chance to see it yet, as I have been doing nothing but attending to Ciel. It's not as though I have much anyway, the only thing I have is my gear bag with the cloak and mask that I must remember to dispose of, especially as they are the only things linking me to the event. Not that it's going to be fully investigated. In my experience with these things, the police will do whatever it takes to sweep it all under the proverbial rug especially as there must have been members in the high echelons of society as attendees or else, why the need for cloaks and masks? That reminds me, how did Ciel end up there?

I sit down on the bed and leaf through Tanakas' journal and I realize, I need to start from the beginning. Going right back to the start, I focus and read – studying each page, absorbing each sentence as I would with any other piece of research. I will admit, I find what I'm reading horrifies me slightly. It's almost as though Ciels' parents were doomed to the fate that befell them from the start.

It starts innocently enough, the family own a toy manufacturing company called Funtom, even I have heard of this company before, they've been around since 1880 – but it seems that that is just subterfuge for what they actually do. The Phantomhives are the heads of a Network – the most powerful Network in the underground; they are so powerful that they're untouchables. Their power comes from the fact that they are given permission to rule by the government and MI5, which means they are the enforcers, the guard dogs of the underground and they rule with an iron fist.

I know there are always power struggles between rival Families, but this was a hit and a professional one. I wonder, is that what happened? There must have been a hit sanctioned on the Phantomhives and the Network that did this wasn't just seeking some kind of hasty revenge against the untouchables, they were out for blood. I don't understand – if the Phantomhives were the untouchables, who would feel bold enough to carry out this hit? Also, for as good a murder this was – even I was impressed when I read about it – it was sloppy, they really fucked up and made a mistake, they let the boy live. Why would they let Ciel live?

The whole journal reads like a crime drama or spy novel but one thing is clear – when Ciel told me that he is now the head of the Phantomhives, he means it, he is now head and in control of this Network - all at the age of twelve.

Closing the book, I touch it to my forehead as I think to myself. On the one hand, guarding a child of a Network is not what I had in mind. Did he even know what this all entails? Does he truly know the fate of his family? If he does, he doesn't seem phased in the slightest. Which again means that he bested me – duping me into this job as his guardian. I would be annoyed but there is the other hand, and that is the fact that this job could be interesting.

Tossing the book beside me, I lay down, covering my eyes with my right arm and I let my thoughts wander: the Phantomhive Family, the Network, who killed them? What is Ciels' fate? The Family is so powerful it could've been anyone who sanctioned this hit. As the story in the book goes, their death was destiny, just as Ciels' Grandmother before that, she was murdered at the age of thirty-six, only slightly older than her son Vincent and his wife Rachel.

Why would they let Ciel live?

I try to clear my mind as it races frantically – and then finally – silence. I inhale and exhale deeply as my mind drains out and allows the silence to creep in and then I start to fall asleep.

...

Sleep.

I was asleep.

It is such a rare thing for me, a luxury I only partake in every once in a while. I don't really need sleep, I can function very well without it but sometimes it's nice to have. Stretching my arms out above my head and emitting a low groan, I start to open my eyes and let them adjust to the light. I guess I must've drifted off for a few minutes.

"Have a nice nap?" I bolt up instantly and I look over to my left. Ciel is sitting at the nearby desk, his legs are crossed and he's resting his chin on the back of his knuckles casually as he watches me. He's dressed quite elegantly, long black slacks with a sharp crease down the front, a white shirt, striking navy blue tie that matches his eye perfectly and a knitted gray argyle vest. After last night, I'm sure he didn't dress himself; it must have been Tanaka, who has very good taste. The outfit ages him and makes him look as formidable as he actually is.

"How long have I been asleep - how long have you been there for?"

"Two hours."

"Two hours? You should've woken me." I yawn slightly as I rub my eyes with the base of my palms. Why is he sitting there watching me sleep? I want to ask but before I get the chance, Ciel reaches behind him and grabs a stack of papers from on top of the desk and tosses it over to me.

"What's this?"

"Your contract. I suggest you read through it very carefully." He insists.

Picking it up I do as instructed and read through it. It is a very thorough and quite detailed document. In it, he confirms my role as his butler and what I'm to do. It also goes through my role as his bodyguard, which includes the caveat of putting my own life on the line to protect his. This is something I've never considered before, even as an assassin, I know my job is dangerous but I would never lay down my life for the sake of somebody else not even for a client.

As I stare at the papers in my hand, I really have to think, is it worth it? Ciel is now the head of the Family and I've now gathered that he knows exactly what he is asking me. It's only taken me a few minutes to suss him out and I realize Ciel is more than just a clever child. Like the journal states, he was born to do this, whether his turn was going to be now or later on – he was prepped from the start. He may have been a sick child but he was being primed to take over, I mean, as I said earlier, his parents' deaths were fated – it was only a matter of time.

Turning to the last page, I see my fee. I glance over it, then my eyes dart to him and then back to the black-and-white ink on the page in utter confusion.

"I think you'll find the terms of your contract is fair and the fee to match." He states, very matter of fact as he uncrosses and crosses his legs again, nonchalantly.

"It's generous, I'll say that." I have never seen a fee with so many zeros before.

"Well it states that in the contract you will live with me from now on and that basically, your life belongs to me." He pauses as he smiles wryly over that last statement, "I think for what I'm requesting you to do, for however long it takes, this is fair - especially per year." He finishes.

My eyes widen in shock.

"This is per year?" I manage to get out.

"Come now Sebastian, how much is your life worth to you?" He asks.

That's a good point, looking at the details of his contract, he is asking me to basically die for him if push comes to shove and I will be paid handsomely for it. Fine, I can kill some time doing this – I'm pretty indifferent towards my life anyway and I'm very good at my job so I don't think I'll get us in a position where this will be challenged.

"Where do I sign?"

He tosses me a pen from the top of the desk. Catching it, I look at the bottom of the page, which is where I have to sign – it's also under my fee. As well as where I must sign, there seem to be three additional requests that I am to adhere to as it stipulates in my contract that I will not get paid unless I comply.

The first request: That I protect him and never betray him until he obtains his revenge, the second request; that I obey all of his orders unconditionally and finally, the third request; that I never lie.

I'll be honest, they all seem quite difficult to adhere to, especially when I am to play the role of a butler, a butler who will now serve the head of a Family but I shrug and agree to his terms, acknowledging it with my signature, which I sign underneath where he's written his own name, of course, in perfect calligraphy script.

I now belong to Ciel Phantomhive.

...

One month has passed and I think I'm adapting fairly well to being a butler, or rather, as well as can be expected – I am human after all. Ciel refuses to leave the townhouse, which is fine for me at the moment as it's easier to keep my eye on him.

In the last few weeks since I have met him, I have never really left Ciels' side. Whenever I do, it's to allow him to have a nap or to clean the house. I left once to go to my flat and get everything I think I'm going to need whilst I carry out my contract, especially as it seems that I am going to be here for the foreseeable future. I invited him to come along with me but he refused.

My relationship with Ciel is occasionally terse. I'm still unsure if he trusts me or even likes me for that matter but I don't really care if he likes me or not, it's trusting me that's the issue. He has to believe that I will protect him no matter what and at this moment in time, I really don't think that he does. Still, we've come to an understanding and a daily routine that seems to suit us both quite well.

Whenever I get a moment, I like to go back to my room and re-read the journal Tanaka gave me. I've highlighted a few things that stand out and I've made plenty of notes, along with news research on the family and their death. I'm not sure what I'm hoping to find but at least it's further information that can help me if needed.

"Ahem." I hear him clear his throat behind me. I shut the lid to my laptop and close the book as I turn to him.

"Young master." I greet him as I stand. He walks into my room and jumps on top of my bed, flopping onto his back and staring at the ceiling. "Did you need something?"

"Not really."

"Then may I ask what you're doing?" I question. I do find it strange that he's in here, especially when he never gives my room much thought before.

"What do you do in here?" He asks curiously.

"Research."

"Research?" He repeats, not looking at me once.

"You hired me to find who killed your parents, that is what I'm doing." I reply as I move in front of him, holding out my hand to pull him up.

He takes my hand and I drag him forward, causing him to sit up right.

"Have you found anything out yet?"

"No. Do you know what your family history is?"

"I have an idea." He smirks, of course he does and he now knows that I know it too.

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Should it?" He shrugs.

"I don't understand how you can be so blasé about it all."

"It is what it is Sebastian, I can't do anything to change who I am."

"What happens when they come for you again?"

"Do you think they will?"

"I don't doubt it."

"Well, as long as I stay in this house, everyone thinks I'm dead so I'm not too worried just yet." He sighs as he hops down off of the bed and walks back towards the door. So, that's why he hasn't left the house yet, he doesn't want to be seen.

"Young master, you have to trust that I will protect you." I call out over to him. He hums in acknowledgement as he nods his head.

"You better hurry and straighten, up my aunt is coming today and she can't see you like this." He warns over his shoulder.

"Dr. Durless? I thought she wasn't coming back this week?"

"No, my other Aunt, my Aunt Francis." He says coolly with a slight shiver down his spine.

There's two?

…

Later that afternoon, I assist Tanaka with preparations for Ciels' Aunts' arrival. I'd really like to know who she is and what she's like, especially as, even though Tanaka and I have things under control, we brought in an additional day cleaner to help make sure that the house is immaculate order. In my cooking research, I have already learned how to prepare lavender and honey scones from scratch, which I make quickly, as well as a variety of finger sandwiches for High Tea.

I always thought High Tea was a luxury for the rich 'ladies who lunch' who have nothing better to do with their time. They would descend upon the Savoy or the Ritz and sit there at four o'clock, decked out in their ridiculous hats and fascinators nibbling and sipping away as they natter away discussing things like so-and-sos mistress and other such tedious trivia.

I must say, on the whole, humans bore me and I have absolutely no time for them. Everything is for appearances sake and none of it is worth it. Humans have done nothing but impose their own thoughts and values on others to validate themselves and prove that they are right – no matter what. This spreads across everything, religion, wars and politics – all of it. I know I call myself a monster but I always felt that the real evil here isn't me but mankind. I only eradicate the worse of the worse; I clean up the causes of the messes before they can make more.

Finally, the preparations are complete and the cleaner dismissed. Going back into my room, I change into my new uniform. It's similar to the one Tanaka first gave me but the white shirt has thin pleating in the front and the back of the waistcoat has two adjustable straps. This suit fits me better, the cut is perfect for my build, the fabric is sumptuous and even the brogues on my feet are polished to a high shine. Catching myself in the mirror, I'll admit, I cut quite a dashing figure.

Leaving my room, I walk down the hall past Ciels' room. I decide to poke my head through the door and I see him sat on the bed, he is vacantly staring towards the window as he absentmindedly twirls a large blue stone ring around his thumb, sighing heavily as it makes another rotation around.

"Are you alright young master?" I inquire as I stand in front of him but he doesn't knowledge me. "Young master?"

"Hm? Sorry." He looks up at me, his right eye is uncovered and I can see the discoloration in contrast to the blue in his left.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes Sebastian, I'm fine. I think it's just the day." His voice seems quite saddened. The day? I wonder, is it his aunt coming to visit? I can see a black silk eye patch beside him, normally he wears a medical gauze patch but Tanaka must have gotten him a new one. Leaning over I pick it up and I gently places over his right eye, holding it still, I pull the strings back and delicately tie a knot behind his head.

"Thank you." He says as he adjusts it slightly.

The doorbell rings and he inhales sharply, exhaling as he slides off the bed onto his feet, smoothing his hair back and out of his face with both hands as he walks towards the door. "Come Sebastian." He beckons me from over his shoulder.

Following slightly behind him as we walk down the hallway, we can hear a woman's voice speaking as well as Tanaka. We turn the corner and make our way towards the front door. Before Ciel can utter a single greeting, a shriek that could cut glass sounds out. The next thing I know, a blonde comes hurtling towards Ciel, her arms circle around him as she pounces, sending him staggering back, almost in to me.

As she holds him tightly, he looks thoroughly uncomfortable with this whole interaction, which amuses me greatly, and I put my hand to my lips as I stifle a laugh. That action alone causes my young master to shoot me a haughty look of disdain as he tries to peel the young girl off of him.

She is slightly taller than him; long blonde hair in two curly pigtails with a stray strand that falls over her forehead and her dress was very, for lack of a better word, cute. It was a light orange color with a yellow satin sash across the waist tied into a neat bow at the side.

"Elizabeth, you are a lady, act like one."

Suitably chastised, the girl looks sheepish and relaxes her tight hold on Ciel. My eyes move from them over to the woman standing next to Tanaka. She is a statuesque woman with her hands firmly on her hips and a scowl on her face. Scowl aside; she's really quite beautiful. Clad in a tight figure hugging dress with three quarter length sleeves, the hemline falls just below her knees outlining taught thighs. Her blonde hair is in a tight bun, but there is a stray strand that at first would seem out of place. However, I bet it was done on purpose, as nothing about this woman strikes me as casual or careless with a hint of whimsy. I suppose she has done it to match her daughter.

Elizabeth lets go of Ciel and steps back.

"Sorry mother." She apologizes as her mother approaches Ciel. She places her hands on Ciel cheeks and her stern face softens.

"Ciel, welcome back." Her pursed lips relax into a smile and she steps into him, wrapping both of her arms around him and embracing him, stroking the back of his head gently. I glance over to Elizabeth whose body visibly shakes as she tries desperately to compose herself. I can see that she wants to cry but out of fear of what her mother will say, she holds herself together tightly, maintaining her composure.

As his Aunt releases him, her attention quickly turns to me.

"And what is this?" Her tone is as sharp as a dagger as she inspects me, her eyes trailing up and down my body.

"I am Sebastian, the young master Ciels' new butler." I introduce myself.

"I know who you are and how my nephew ever let you appear like this in front of me I'll never know." She snaps. I know my face must look stunned, as I thought I looked rather sharp. "Indecent, completely indecent." She scoffs as she approaches me. I've dealt with many different types of people before and most of which have been some very tough clients but I have never been afraid before. The moment she stood in front of me, my blood went cold.

Reaching out and grabbing a fistful of my hair she holds it up.

"Your hair is scruffy butler. Look at Tanaka, not one strand out of place." She smoothes my hair behind my ears, slicking it back with both hands.

"There, you don't look half bad now." She steps back to observe her work. "Your face on the other hand. I mean, are you auditioning for Britain's Next Top Model?"

There is a slight giggle and both of our heads turn towards the girl, who looks back at us curiously as it wasn't her but instead, it was Ciel who presses the knuckle of his index finger against his lips as he chuckles to himself. His Aunts' face relaxes completely, as though melted and she lets out an airy chuckle as well.

"As indecent though you may be, you brought my nephew home and I thank you for that." She smiles at me.

"Tea is ready, if you will please progress to the sitting room?" Tanaka moves them along. Ciel and his Aunt go through first and I start to follow them but a small hand reaches out and halts me.

"Sebastian?" Emerald eyes look up at me.

"Yes miss Elizabeth?"

"Please, call me Lizzie." She smiles halfheartedly.

"Yes miss Lizzie?"

She hesitates for moment, chewing on her bottom lip like it is a stick of gum. "What happened to him?"

"What do you mean?"

"He seems…" She drifts off as her eyes move towards the sitting room. I place my hand on her shoulder.

"He is different." I agree with her unspoken words. "I understand that the two of you must have been very close?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you picked up on the change straightaway. However, with that, you can also help him reclaim what he has lost."

"How can I help him?"

"With just being yourself and no more." I smile. Her face lights up and she nods turning and skipping into the sitting room. As I follow behind her, I hear her mutter to herself.

"Be myself, I can do that."

I go into the kitchen to assist Tanaka in the final preparations in making the tea. As he has already warmed the pot, I spoon in the tea leaves, one for each person and one for the pot, I pour in the hot water and let it steep. Placing the pot on the silver trolley nearby, along with beautifully decorated plates of finger sandwiches, scones, clotted cream and a variety of preserves.

Wheeling it out of the kitchen, I stop before entering the room to take a deep breath and ready myself – this is my first real moment as a butler and I have a sense of pride when it comes to my work, no matter what I do. Entering the room, I see everyone is there, seated and mid conversation. My new master Ciel is sitting next to Lizzie, who's gleefully catching him up on all the schoolyard gossip since he's been away. He looks completely nonplussed but I'm not really sure if that's because he was homeschooled and may not know who these people are or he really doesn't care. I think it may be a mixture of both. His Aunt is sitting next to Dr. Durless, who has just arrived on a surprise visit. I see Tanaka has her lab coat draped over his right arm as he bows politely and takes it to her room.

As I pour the tea, I look over at his Aunts and wonder who Ciel takes after. He looks nothing like either of them, and their personalities don't seem to match either, but then again, I don't know what he used to be like before we met. The tea is poured and I watch anxiously as each person takes a sip. Ciel waits as he gauges everyone else's reactions – there are smiles after sips and the conversation goes back to normal. Holding his teacup under his nose, Ciel waves and inhales the vapors.

"What type of tea is this? It's light." He remarks as he examines the liquid.

"Empress Gray from Marks and Spencer. As clotted cream can be heavy, I have chosen a tea that was light and delicate without being to heavy on the palate or the tannins." I smile. Ciel blinks at me, astounded by my reply. Yep, nailed it. All of that research has paid off.

He takes a sip as he closes his eye, seemingly enjoying it.

"This is delicious." He resigns. That must've been hard for him, normally I'd let it go but I'm feeling playful.

"Thank you young master, I mean, if I couldn't make a decent cup of tea, then what sort of butler would I be?" I smirk. He snorts derisively as he rolls his eye.

As the afternoon wears on, all of the sandwiches are suitably devoured, the tea drunk and the conversation starts to repeat itself, Lizzie looks over to her mother – trying to catch her attention. Once she does, her mother nods her head and Lizzie leaps up and canters out of the room. A moment later, she comes back in with a large box in her arms and hands it to Ciel.

"Happy birthday Ciel." She declares with a broad grin.

I move over to the piano by the large bay window, lifting the lid, I take a seat and let my fingers to dangle over the keys as I start to play happy birthday. Everyone starts to sing-along and Ciel starts to blush.

"Happy birthday to you." The song finishes.

"Open it!" Lizzie insists. Ciel pulls on the light blue satin ribbon that surrounds the box and opens the lid. He pulls out a large stuffed rabbit and everyone holds their breath, it appears that the irony is not lost on them. The rabbit wears an eye patch over its right eye, and the same disaffected pout on its face, just like the boy holding it. "It's Bitter Rabbit!" Lizzie declares.

"I can see that." Ciel sits the rabbit on his knees as he examines it.

"Don't you remember? Uncle Vincent had two made for us and we used to play with them all of the time when we were little. Remember?" She enthuses.

Ciel is completely stoic as he touches the rabbits' eye patch. He observes Lizzies' face out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't you like it?" Her lip starts to quiver as she fights the urge to cry. Ciel, being a quick thinker, catches this and forces a bright smile on his lips.

"It's fantastic Lizzie, thank you." His smile is so sweet and innocent even I almost buy it, but, it isn't down to me, it's down to Lizzie to take the bait. Her eyes flicker with pure joy she throws her arms around him. Well done, young master.

"Sebastian, can you play something a little more lively?" Dr. Durless asks. I nod and I start to play away on the keys.

…

Finally the day is over.

I have my young master bathed and tucked into bed, which concludes our evening routine. He hasn't asked me to sit with him tonight, which is fine as it allows me to complete my nighttime routine.

I do a sweep of the house to ensure that nothing is out of place or askew. I see a few dishes that need to be put in the kitchen, so I collect them and place them into the dishwasher.

"Oh!" I exclaim loudly as I walk over to a nearby cupboard. In the rush of the day, I have completely forgotten.

Opening the door, I pull out a beautifully decorated cake. It is a two layered cake, covered in chocolate ganache with the decorative hand piped white roses on the top. It's Ciels' favorite cake with his favorite flowers. I completely forgot to give this to him – not to mention that it is the first that cake I have ever made. It took a lot of work especially with the copious amounts of interruptions he causes but it looks beautiful and I'm immensely proud of it.

"Oh well." I sigh as I run my index finger along the bottom of the plate, collecting spare frosting that has spilled over, and lick my finger. Disgusting, I detest chocolate or anything sweet for that matter. Leaving the cake on the counter, I walk back into the sitting room to take a seat at the piano. I let my fingers spread out over the keys slightly touching them. A delicate trill comes out softly as the melody flits through the air; I play for a moment, as lightly as I can so as not to wake anyone. Not that they can hear me, though it is only a townhouse, this place is huge and the bedrooms are so far away that my gentle playing won't cause them to stir.

Closing my eyes I play gracefully and quietly as my fingers take flight and I feel the music through my fingertips.

"You're quite good." His voice reaches my ears and I stop.

"Young master-"

"Don't stop." He interrupts me. I look over to see him, just in his nightshirt and without an eye patch, leaning against the piano right next to me. "Please keep playing." His voice is soft and pleading, how can I say no?

"Any requests?" I smile at him; he walks behind me and sits next to me on the bench.

"Whatever you were just playing." His voice is almost whispering as I start to play again.

"Oh, well it's called I Was Lost Without You."

"I've never heard of it."

"I think it's from a video game."

"You play video games?"

"Not really, but sometimes they can provide good strategy planning."

He nods as I continue to play; he starts to yawn but manages to stay awake as he watches me.

"Can you play the piano?" I ask.

"I can kind of play the piano but I'm better at the violin. I want to keep playing but I need a tutor." He shrugs.

"I can tutor you in both. I'm quite good at musical instruments."

He tries to smile but yawns again instead; his eyes flutter slowly as they start to close. He must have been unable to sleep and too proud to tell me to stay and sit with him tonight. Why does he feel the need to rush becoming an adult? I wonder as his head rests against my arm.

I can't help but smile as I glance down at him.

"Happy birthday young master." I whisper.

"Thank you Sebastian." He replies with his eyes closed.

I stop playing for a moment as I think about how to collect him and take him back to bed. Moving my arm from underneath his head, which falls onto my chest, I wrap my arm around him and start to slide off of the bench.

"Young master, it's time for-" I stop.

It's like a sixth sense – a strong feeling I have in the pit of my stomach as my heart races.

I hear something.

A sharp crack of glass sounds from right behind us.

Holding him tightly, I surround Ciel and we fall to the ground as the sitting room is sprayed with bullets. Shattering the glass of the bay window and hitting the various pictures, vases and lamps that decorate the room. The bullets hit the pendant lamps that hang from the ceiling cloaking the room in darkness, save from some sparse light coming from outside.

Crawling to a pool of moonlight, I pull back for a moment, I check to see if Ciel is all right. His breathing is fast and labored as his eyes are wide with horror but there isn't a scratch on him. Falling back on him again, I try to move him along to get him out of here but I halt, there is consistent banging against the front door and finally it bursts open.

"Master, wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck." I instruct into his ear. Ciel obeys and holds on to me tightly as I keep low to the ground and start to crawl to the other side of the room.

I stop.

The sound of heavy footsteps crunching on glass approaches us.

"Ciel Phantomhive, I guess the rumors are true – you do live." He says.

"That's more than I can say about you if you don't leave." I bark.

"Leave? Who are you?"

"My name is Sebastian Michaelis and I am here to protect my young master. Now, if you don't get the fuck out of here in the next few seconds, I'll show you why he hired me." I calmly state. I really have no idea how to get out of this situation but I'm hoping he's cowardly enough to take the hint.

"Well then, Sebastian Michaelis, this is a birthday gift from my master to yours."

Cradling Ciel tightly in my arms, I manage to look up and stare straight down the barrel of his gun. I hear the click of the safety being released and I watch as he pulls the trigger and the bullet is discharged.

The song Sebastian plays: I Was Lost Without You – Sam Hulick