[Ciel wakes with a gasp, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. The last thing he remembered was Sebastian dealing with the Italian that had kidnapped him. He can almost feel where he'd been struck before his butler had shown up. He's not there anymore though and he's not back at Phantomhive Manor where the demon would surely have taken him.

He forces himself to sit upright, breathing slowly and looking around the room. Something still feels off though and he reaches towards his back, fingers brushing against the ports. Suddenly it's hard to keep him breathing slow and he tries digging his nails into it. This isn't right and he can't help but think about when he was younger, when the cult had branded him. When he'd made a deal with a demon.]

Sebastian!

[The demon isn't there though. Not that he can tell. And it takes a moment for Ciel to calm himself down and get to his feet.

First things first, getting changed out of the ridiculous gown he'd woken up in and covering his Faustian Contract. It takes him awhile to get dressed though, a little over ten minutes. It's infinitely more quick for him to slip his eyepatch over his contract at least and quickly picks up the communicator, looking it over.

The message is disturbing. Sickening, in fact, but he's been through more than most people would expect of a thirteen year old. He wishes her still had his gun, it's the one thing that was missing when he'd found his belongings.

He takes a moment to study the communicator before turning on an audio broadcast.]

I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I serve her majesty, Queen Victoria. Any servant of my household, if here, should contact me immediately.

[A short pause.] Sebastian, if you're here, this is an order. Find me. Right now.