Prologue
As of right now, my best friend's mind is in shambles. Both literally and metaphorically. The mine collapsed in on him a week ago, to this day. Why am I writing this anecdote? Well, I suppose that's why we're here, isn't it? I'm here to tell my good friend's story. I wantedwell; rather, I need to tell it. It is a story that cannot be left untold. It is a story that begins in riches, and ends in rags.
This is the story of a boy. To be more specific, this boy's name was Vincent Phantomhive, and he was the son of the great Count Phantomhive, who worked under Her Majesty as the "guard dog", solving crimes that even She
Prologue
As of right now, my best friend's mind is in shambles. Both literally and metaphorically. The mine collapsed in on him a week ago, to this day. Why am I writing this anecdote? Well, I suppose that's why we're here, isn't it? I'm here to tell my good friend's story. I wantedwell; rather, I need to tell it. It is a story that cannot be left untold. It is a story that begins in riches, and ends in rags.
This is the story of a boy. To be more specific, this boy's name was Vincent Phantomhive, and he was the son of the great Count Phantomhive, who worked under Her Majesty as the "guard dog", solving crimes that even She