Max had seen the crowd and heard the very cliche “There he is!” shouts from across campus but hadn’t actually bothered to know what was going on- until she caught a glimpse of a limo flaunting a British flag as it pulled up on the curb in front of Blackwell Academy. She could hear the cheering and squealing of girls as they surrounded the limo in a sea of people and at this point, Max had lost interest. “Great, another rich boy. I’m sure that’s just what this school needs.” However, Max could hear herself being called over the intercom. “And now I have to show him around? Greeeeeaaat.”
When she arrived in Principal Well’s office, she saw the boy for the first time and was utterly shocked by- well- everything. How short he was; his blue-grey hair; his eye patch; and particularly how young he looked. “Ah, Miss Caulfield, how nice of you to join us. As you can guess, we have a new student. I need you to show him around, and don’t worry, we’ve given him a similar schedule just to help him get situated here at Blackwell. Ciel Phantomhive, this is Max Caulfield. She’ll take good care of you.”