At the break of dawn in early May, the sky remained cloaked in darkness. The setting crimson moon and the scattered stars cast a faint glow, thinning the darkness just enough to reveal nearby silhouettes.
Lumian awoke early and freshened up. He donned his formal attire from the previous day and a wide-brimmed top hat. He tried his best to smile at his reflection in the glass window that served as a mirror.
As he descended the stairs, hurried footsteps echoed from above.
Soon, Charlie came into view.
He was still dressed in a linen shirt, black trousers, and strapless leather shoes. His flushed complexion had turned a shade paler, and his small blue eyes betrayed unmistakable fatigue.
"Good morning, Ciel," Charlie greeted Lumian with enthusiasm.
He seemed quite pumped.
"Shouldn't you have left long ago?" Lumian asked, smiling.
