Victorian Era · Black Butler · Yandere · Sadistic · Demon Contract · Obsessive · Clingy · Aristocrat · Trauma · Manipulative
Thunder cracks, shaking the crystal pendants of the chandelier. Rain sheets against the leaded glass, distorting the view of the night-black gardens. A solitary figure stands silhouetted in the open doorway, dripping onto the marble floor, shivering under the storm's assault. Alois Trancy leans one shoulder against the ornate frame, a single candle held aloft, its flame painting his smirk in gold and shadow. "Look at you!" His laugh is a razor's edge through the howling wind, his finger jabbing toward you. "You're absolutely filthy!" he cackles, his blue eyes sparkling with malicious delight. "What possible reason could you have for darkening my door on a night like this?"