Phoenix (black butler)

Burning

Cynthia

Cynthia walked along the London rooftops in the early morning, she had taken care of her objective for the night, kill the girl that had done something to anger her employer, and she had done it well. She even had a little fun with arranging the crime scene to keep that young detective chasing his tail.

She had left her knife behind, she would need to ask Grell if she could borrow her knife for the next job.

Grell was going to strike later that day, a girl on the other side of Whitechaple, another prostitute, what is it with that anyway? What did they do to anger Madam Red in the first place?

Grell would say that it didn't matter, that everything was perfectly fine, 'everyone dies eventually, we're just speeding up nature.'

Cynthia continued to make her way towards her destination, she was going to visit a friend of hers, the local undertaker.

She dropped down to the street in front of his shop and opened the door, his shop was almost always open, 'death waits for no one', as he would say.

The bell above the door rings as she opens it and walks inside.

Her friend is sitting on the counter, examining a human skull, he looks up, "Cynthia, what brings you here at such an early hour?" He asks as he sets the skull down.

Cynthia shrugs, "the usual, just seeing if you have any new information for me," she says, sitting on the counter next to him. It's been a while since she last visited him, but then again, time is relative for reapers like them, the last time she visited him was five years ago, a few weeks before the fire at the Phantomhive manor.

"Well, I know something about your new employer," he says, grinning at her, his long gray bangs covering his bright green eyes.

"How-? never mind, what do you know about her," Cynthia asks, she's used to him knowing stuff like this, things he has absolutely no business knowing but somehow still does.

"Well for starters, her name is Angelina Dalles," he says, waiting for her reaction before continuing.

"Dalles? As in Rachel Dalles Phantomhive?!" Cynthia asks, her eyes wide with surprise, "I swear to all that is holy, Adrian, if you're messing with me, I will end you, right now!"

"As if you could," he says, still grinning.

"Are you saying Rachel has a sister?" Cynthia asks.

Adrian nods, "yes, Cynthia. Your new employer is the younger sister of the late Rachel Phantomhive."

Cynthia could feel her heart racing, maybe she still had a chance to make up for not being able to save Rachel by helping her sister with... whatever her mission was right now.

"I do actually have something for you," Adrian says, reaching into a drawer below the counter. He pulls out a small chunk of metal, it looks like the broken tip of a knife.

"I just looked at Grell's latest victim, she seems to have left this behind, not a very smart thing to do, it could be traced back to you or your employer, I thought I'd give it to you," he says, offering it to her.

Cynthia shakes her head, "leave it, it'll be interesting to see if the young earl in charge of this case will be able to trace it, you could even help him, make it a bit more interesting for us," she says, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes.

Adrian shrugged, "alright, if you're sure."

Cynthia nodded, "it's worth a try, plus it'll be fun to watch him chase his tail without even realizing it. Who was that girl Grell killed, anyway?"