The carriage lurched to a sudden stop. "What is it?" Ciel asked from inside the carriage. There was no reply. "Sebastian, what is it?" Ciel repeated, annoyance threaded in his voice.

Almost instantly the butler's tall figure appeared at the door of the carriage. In a fluid movement he pulled open the door. "Young Master…" His normally emotionless face was replaced by a look of bewilderment.

Ciel stepped out of the carriage and took a look at his surroundings, eyes resting on the sight that had shocked his butler. Lying on the ground by the side of the road was the blood-soaked body of a girl. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, with auburn waist-length hair streaked with platinum blonde highlights. Her once perfect curls were now tangled and matted with dried blood and dirt. The originally white nightgown draped over her slender body was torn and dirty, stained with dirt, blood, tears, and sweat. Her feet were covered in cuts and scrapes. The girl's face, despite being streaked with dirt, was beautiful, with ivory skin, high cheekbones, a delicate nose, full pink lips, and long eyelashes. Her face exactly matched the smiling picture that had been flooding the newspapers recently.

"Young Master… Could it be…?" Sebastian had once again regained his calm composure, although it was obvious that he was still fairly surprised by the sudden turn of events. His lips were curved into a slight frown, his normal smirk still absent from his face.

Ciel's eyes lifted to meet those of his butler's. "That girl…" he whispered, his voice hoarse from shock as he looked down once more at the body on the ground. "She's Lady Knightly…"