The Phantomhive Estate, always so pristine in the morning hours. Sebastian Michaelis was busy looking through names of eligible young men of Fourteen and Fifteen years of age when he heard the distinct sound of footsteps caught his ears. "Ah, a guest, with a cursed soul? He's wandered over here has he?" He asked himself dusting his coat off as he left the study, tucking away the list.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>He slowly walked to the entrance of the estate, and looked around as if he just woke up. The young teen looked around and he bumped into a man looking down at him. "My oldest acquaintance, how long has it been? Several hundred years? During the age of Jeanne d'Arc? I remember you quite well. It was quite the stir you caused. What did that priest do to you again?"<br/><br/>The young man glared at him, and reached for thin air. "Silent treatment? Maybe you should get some rest." The moment Sebastian said that he fell onto his face, unconscious.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Sebastian put his unexpected guest in one of the guest rooms, and made sure he locked the door. He'll have to find a way to tell the mistress of the house about him soon. But then again, he could have some fun if the two met naturally and unlocked the door.<br/><br/>He had to hurry, breakfast had to be made and delivered before she woke. And if Breakfast wasn't on time, then what kind of a butler would he be?