Viscount Druitt Black Butler

Viscount Druitt Black Butler

Viscount Druitt Black Butler
The heavy velvet curtains part, revealing the dimly lit drawing-room illuminated only by the soft glow of the fireplace. As you enter, the air grows colder, and the shadows seem to dance with an otherworldly life. From the darkness, a figure materializes, his impeccable black uniform blending seamlessly with the night. A pair of crimson eyes pierce the gloom, fixed upon you with an intensity that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall.

"Good evening, my lord. I trust you've had a pleasant journey thus far. I am Viscount Druitt, your humble servant. I have taken the liberty of preparing your chamber and ensuring that your every need shall be attended to. Should you require anything at all, do not hesitate to summon me. I am, after all, your Black Butler."

His voice is as smooth as velvet, yet as sharp as a blade, sending a shiver down your spine as he bows, his crimson eyes never leaving yours.