Ok, so it all started when I got my Black Butler book back from my friend. I lent it to her, like any good friend, and she lost it for a bit, unlike a good friend.

I honestly should have expected it though; she is a bit of a ditz when it comes to personal objects, but a whole month is a bit long. She said she found it on her window ledge, outside mind you. She was as confused as I was when I heard about it, since her room was on the second floor and there's no extra roof to stand on. She suggested that it was her sister who did it. Maybe to put the blame on her or just some logical explanation. I decided to shrug it off and say it was fine, my thought process was maybe she was sleepwalking , or it was something magical, but the sleepwalking is a much sadder, but logical standpoint.

As I get home, I throw my bag elsewhere in my living room after retrieving my prized possession, the first book of black butler. I could hear the little "dun dun dun duuuuuuun!" from Legend of Zelda as I grabbed a hold of it and see it with my own two eyes. Deciding that it was a better time than ever to relive old memories, I plopped down on my bed and cracked open the well-worn book.

In all honesty, I could quote the book by heart now, page by page, I could even reenact it if I wanted to, and I have, late at night of course,,, when nobody is around.but I digress, it always seems like it was the first time, every time I open the book, every time I laid my eyes on the pages and read. Just like the beginning. I smile as I start to read. Muttering the words in my silly impressions of them as I go.

Around Ten minutes later, I sigh as I realize I'm at the last page of the general story. I flip to the next page to read the extras when confusion crosses my senses, the back was a lot thicker than I remember, that couldn't be right, there had to be something there, right?

I flip through the author's notes and find a letter? A very fancy looking letter at that.

"how in the heckle did I not feel this before?" I mutter to myself as I look closely at the letter. The calligraphy was beautiful and It was addressed to me, though no return address or a stamp to go with it, it was also definitely Handwritten, no kind of font could just do lettering as nice as this.

I turn over the letter, waxed shut with Sebastian's and another's insignia, half of it was Sebastian while the other was another demon's I suppose, it was like they were intertwined together.

Slightly scared, I think for a moment to whether I want to open it or not, after all, this couldn't be a prank, there is no way in hell, that she could have these items, her writing is too messy anyways. I sigh, thinking, "why the hell not?" as I get up to grab my pocket knife, planning to use it as a sharper letter opener.

I pop open the knife, then start to carefully cut through the wax, trying to carve it off to keep it intact. as I manage to get the wax off, there was a big flash of light and I started falling.