❦Bʟᴜᴇ Assᴀssɪɴ❦

Hɪs Assᴀssɪɴ, Sɪᴍᴘɪɴɢ

Finny, Bard, Tanaka and Mey-rin rushed outside excitedly. The four collectively exclaimed in glee as their feet sank into the snow blanketing the ground. Immediately after, they split away from one another to do their own things.

Mey-rin busied herself with building a snowman, only to to realize that she made the head larger than the body. Finny ran around joyfully, shouting, "Whoa~! It's snow!" with his arms out. Bard easily ignored the two, sitting on the ground and making many snowballs. 'I'm a genius,' he thought as he inserted small stones into each snowball. Tanaka, on the other hand, calmly built a small igloo-like structure for himself and made himself comfortable inside of it. He watched the other three - content - as he sipped on his tea.

There was a faint gnawing at the back of their hearts as they locked away their thoughts about spending this snowy day with Nagisa. They all knew that it was a silly idea, given how much Ciel relies on the older blunet. Despite this, they were positive that they can spend a day like with with Nagisa in the future.

Meanwhile...

'Winter in England is so grey and dull,' Nagisa observed as his orbs lingered on the sky. His shoes made soft 'crunch!' noises as he trekked along the snowy sidewalk. He slipped a hand out of his pocket and extended his palm, eagerly awaiting a snowflake. It didn't take long for a tiny snowflake to flutter onto his glove - only to melt after a couple seconds. Though winter in England was dreadfully muted, Nagisa did enjoy how snowy it was. Part of him longed to return to the Mansion, wishing to take full advantage of this overcast weather and relax or just sleep.

The blunet mentally sighed when his brain snapped back to reality. London was peaceful once again now that the Jack the Ripper incidents were dealt with, but, of course, there was another case to work on. This time, however, the victims were British civilians who had recently returned from India.

They were all attacked, stripped of their everything and hung upside down from the eaves of the Hindustani coffee house in Portman Square. Their legs, arms and wrists were all bound with tightly tied rope. After the first case with these details, noblemen or soldiers who had returned from India were meeting the same fate from time to time. Another common factor in all of the cases was the piece of paper found at every crime scene.

It read, "Watch this, you wild, pathetically chosen children of sloth and depravity. England is the motherland of the devil. It steals everything and forces it's worthless, rotten and decadent culture on you instead. To all the bitch-dominated idiots of the Land, you are the ones that deserve the vengeance of Heaven! Now, the Day has come!" Every single note had the same words staining it, sharing the same handwriting and the same drawn tongue at the bottom of the page.

Nagisa didn't even have to strain his ears to hear Lord Randall and Fred Aberline speak. According to Ciel, they've always been the noisy sort; irritating. At first, Nagisa didn't want to prematurely judge the duo, but now... He'd rather keep his opinions on them neutral.

"Damn it!" Randall cursed, crumpling the note in his hands. "This is the twentieth one now! You haven't apprehended the culprit yet, Abberline?!" He rounded on his underling furiously, restraining the urge to aggressively shake the redhead by his shoulders.

Abberline jumped, yelling, "My apologies!" as he straightened his back. When he saw Randall's fist raise, he heard his heart crack slightly. Mentally preparing himself for a lecture, he lowered his head and tried his best not to let his fear show. And yet, if you looked closely, you could see his slight trembles.

Randall scoffed spitefully. "And the glory of catching Jack the Ripper was stolen from us by little brat as well..." Nagisa forced himself to hold in his sigh. Did he really have to deal with this so early in the morning? If he was back in the Mansion, he could enjoy the weather more.