𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕮𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙

Letters to Y/N

Dear Lady Y/N,

I heard from Earl Phantomhive and his butler that you have fallen ill. I know now that this was a lie. I met with them when they arrived at a crime scene I was sent to investigate with other members from Scotland Yard. When I arrived at the scene of the crime, I was appalled by what I saw. At first, our witnesses reported a group of rowdy young men who had disturbed the bar by smashing in its windows and throwing buckets of blood inside the establishment. When we arrived, that was exactly how the scene appeared before us. Upon simple visual inspection it was obvious that the buckets of blood these young men drowned the establishment in were actually buckets of sugary water that had been colored red with a mixture of clothing dye. Because of this obvious prank, many of my fellow officers desired to vacate the scene and to recommend to the owner of the bar that he clean and replace his furniture. But an itch in my mind told me that we had missed something.

The majority of the damage done to the bar had been staining as a result of the dyed "blood". None of the furniture in the establishment had been badly broken, most was just scattered around or knocked over. But the bar stools themselves had taken a considerable amount of damage, several had broken legs and tears in the cushions. That was when I noticed that they were splashed with the faux blood after they had been knocked over. The splash patterns on the stools and the way the blood pooled around them and seeped into the scratch marks on the floorboards indicated that the blood had been spilled over them after they were uprooted. It was that realization that caused me to investigate the bar further. That was when a particular blood splash across the bar's surface caught my eye. It formed a silhouette-esk shape across the wood. And that blood was most definitely real.

All of the blood that was splashed on the surface of the bar was real, human blood. And behind the bar, I found him. There was a man who was missing his head sitting behind the bar. His uniform indicated that he was the bartender. Based on objects found around him (glasses, cleaning rags, etc.) it was safe to assume he had been working before the commotion. It was after that discovery that I noticed the cups and wine glasses that had been broken and scattered through the establishment had likely been filled with various drinks. But there were no customers to be found. You must understand why then this crime scene caused such a stir within the Yard.

We had a bar covered in faux blood in the front and in the seating areas, but there was real blood, several gallons we assume, and a decapitated bartender who had been working when this event occurred. But that was not all. The owner of the bar then revealed to us that the bar had been closed because that night he, the regular bartender and the cook had all been sick. While we do not have evidence, I believed these men had been poisoned. There was a staged scene that portrayed an open bar full of customers with a working barkeep which was used to lure in a target. While I do not know whether or not you frequented this bar regularly, when the Earl and his butler arrived without orders from Her Majesty, my suspicions were confirmed.

Obviously if you are reading this letter, you have recovered from whatever malice had you in their grasp. The case is still open, and it becomes more confusing by the day. I will not share my suspicions with anyone, they will go with me to my grave. But I know now it was you who killed the barkeep. I know it was you who fought for their life in that bar. So please, write to me at your earliest convenience so that I may rest easy knowing you are safe.

Your friend,

𝓐𝓫𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮