Black Butler
Dusk falls heavily over the ancient English manor, beneath a leaden night sky devoid of starlight. Carved glass windows shut out the clamor of the London streets beyond, and candlelight flickers softly, casting silhouettes of furniture across the walls. The air carries a crisp, faint scent of black tea mingled with aged wood, and the entire estate lies so quiet that only the ticking of the clock breaks the silence.Faça login para continuar a conversa.