I push them past me and my young master. We look down. My eyes widen. A pentagram, like the one where I made the choice. It was littered in bones and feathers. The exact replica. My hands almost shake. I know what happens if this ritual is done right. I've seen him. 

"Sebastian?" Ciel asks.

"Yes, master?" I ask.

"Why have you stopped?" He asks. 

"It is nothing my lord." I do a slight bow.

"Well stop it. Let's go." Ciel says.

"Certainly." I say. 

We walk forward. None of the photographs show such a pentagram like this. It is almost complete. If it was any more complete... well than he'll likely have been brought into this world, again, which will not end well. 

"You there." Ciel yells at a reporter.

I walk forward with him. 

"What is it?" He asks.

"Who drew this and who died?" Ciel asks. 

"A young boy aged twenty-four." He says.

My eyes widen. It's like history is repeating itself. I remember that age, so long ago. I shall hope to forget it, but I don't think I'll ever forget that day. The day I became what I am now. So, he's back. 

"Are you Sebastian?" A man asks me. 

"Yes, why do you ask?" I turn.

"Letter for you." He hands it to me.

Oh? It's rare I get a letter. I take it. I look at the symbol. An apple. My eyes narrow. 

"Sebastian?" Ciel asks. 

"It's nothing my master." I say hiding the card.

"Let's go. I'm starving." He walks off. 

"Master." I say.