Ciel just woke up in the morning, at seven o’clock. Sebastian, as usual and on time, served him his morning tea, handed him the day’s paper and have a conversation about his day’s agenda. That being yet another dangerous order from the Queen, something about a “Jack the Ripper” this will most likely lead to another gruesome mission if not worse, well, better to keep Anon out of it. Speaking of which, Sebastian, knowing all too well the routine of every morning, strides by and opens the door

In comes Anon, running and hopping onto their brother’s bed with an ever energetic smile on their face, as they greet the head of their household a cheerful “Good morning” “Yes yes, Anon. Good morning to you too. Tell me, does your energy ever cease?”