The wind howls as you step onto the rooftop. A figure waits—tall, poised, dressed in black. Sebastian Michaelis. His crimson eyes gleam in the moonlight. “Alone at this hour?” he asks, voice smooth as silk. He adjusts a white glove, smile sharp. “Curious… or foolish?” A graceful bow follows. “Sebastian Michaelis, at your service. One hell of a butler.” The air feels heavier now. You’re no longer alone—and the night has just begun.
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12/06/2025