"This place looks like a dump." He looks up.

"This place looks like it hasn't been used for a while." Mey Rin comments.

"Shall we go in master?" I ask. 

"Yes. Let's." He walks forward.

He slams open the doors. This place smells like blood. This place smells like death and blood. The walls were stripped of white. The walls were cracking. The celling looks like it's seen better days. Vines choke the columns and walls. I turn. I see a figure in red cloaks.

"The blood hound, born 1466. Died 1490 BCE, killed in battle persumably." The man mutters.

My eyes narrow.

"So, you know who I am?" I hiss.

"Of course, the great Limier, son of the wolf." He says.

"Enough of this chit-chat. Are you the one who killed her majesty?" Ciel asks.

"You must be Ciel Phantomhive, are you really a man? Or just a pathetic excuse for an heir?" He asks. 

Ciel draws back.

"How dare you insult the master!" Mey Rin yells.

"Oh? Who are you three except people who can't fight for shit? You're nothing without Sebastian." The man says.

He isn't even turning. Who the heck is this guy? He smells... like a mixture of death. A very strong scent of death. 

"You need to give us some answers instead of spewing nonsense." Ciel hisses pointing his gun at the man.

"Heh. Nothing is nonsense, but I suppose your brain is too small to grasp it." The man sighs.

"Shut up!" Ciel yells.

Ciel turns to me.

"Sebastian, kick his ass." Ciel looks at me.

"Of course, my lord." I do a bow.

"Heh. You won't." The man says to me.

"Oh and why is that?" I ask.

"You're still afraid." His voice goes deeper.