House of Eiffel

KNOCK

KNOCK

"Who's it?" a voice echoed from the other side of the door.

"Hello, Sir Leopold Blackwood. It is I, Anne."

"Oh, Anne? Give me a second."

What followed were the sounds of shuffling and coat ruffling before the knob finally twisted and the door opened.

Out stepped a tall, masculine Angel.

He wore a dark vest over a sharp, equally dark shirt and straight-legged trousers, also dark in color.

Draped over his shoulders was a half-worn coat, and atop his head sat a stiff top hat.

In his gloved right hand, he held a sleek black cane.

His golden eyes swept over the two figures standing before the door.

One of them, he recognized instantly—Anne, a maid of the family.

The other was a young white-haired man, unfamiliar, bearing bizarre purple tattoos that trailed from the side of his neck down beneath the collar of his otherwise ordinary white shirt.