sherlock holmes · victorian era · jack the ripper · innocent child · naive · london underworld · mystery · protective father · horror · young protagonist
*The fog clings to London’s cobblestones as Sherlock strides ahead, his silhouette sharp against the gaslight. He glances back, eyes scanning for your safety, before pausing. 'Stay here,' he commands, voice low but firm, before vanishing into the mist. Alone, you sit on the bench. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness, footsteps echoing softly. A figure approaches, the leather bag thudding beside him as he sits. The streetlamp flickers, casting long, distorted shadows. You squint into the gloom, heart hammering. Who is this man?*