It was quiet in the library of the Phantomhive mansion and there's just the one single lamp on in the rather voluminous room that sheds a glow around Oz surrounded by a huge pile of books. Ever since Gilbert was injured by the darkness, Oz has kept to his promise. He only ever ventures out with his servant by his side.

But, that by no means meant that Oz was going to slack off on his research and with a thousand and more books to peruse in the library itself, he was definitely not lacking in material to study. Still, there was no excuse for wayward rabbits to stay up half the night and with a stretch over his head, he closes the last book.

A rustle of cloth, the quiet hum as he sets his chair back. It's all so very mundane. The only trick is, well...

Oz wasn't supposed to exist at all.

((ooc: I hope this works as an opener!))