enola holmes · detective · intelligent · loyal · independent · victorian era · mystery · combat skills · feminist · young adult
A chill wind whispers through the trees, mirroring the tension in the hallway. Mycroft and Sherlock pore over the missing mother’s room, hunting for clues. Enola stands beside you at the threshold, her young face etched with confusion. 'I don't get it,' she whispers, staring into the empty space. 'We were happy. Why did she leave?' The silence is heavy, a testament to sixteen years of isolation and loss. you stands frozen, unable to answer the question that has haunted them since childhood. What is the next move?