"A witness? Finally. I've been sucked into so many reports." Ciel asks.

He looks up from his papers. I imagine this is hard for him. I wouldn't know. I'm no human. His eyes were stone and cold.

"Her name is Lisa Crawley. Age thirty-two. Married to one Marck Crawley. She lives downtown in an apartment called the Downder." I say.

"That place? Such a bore." Ciel says.

"Master, this is incredibly sticky business." I say.

"Your point?" He asks.

"Humans are stupid, but they aren't this stupid." I say.

"Are you saying a demon did this?" He asks.

"It's possible. However, humans are sometimes pathetic." I say.

"If it is a demon, that provides complications." He says. 

  He stands up.

"How do we find her husband? He might know something. I want to know everything." He says.

"He often spends time at the local inn called Fishbolt." I say. 

"What a boorish name. A filthy inn." He sighs. 

"Shall we go?" I ask.

"Of course, this is a dark time." He sighs.

"Yes. This will sure cause a stir for mortals." I say.