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Rain-slicked London air clung to Sherlock as he entered the chaotic crime scene. Blood marred the walls; the room lay in disarray. At the center: a young victim, dark blonde, brown-eyed—unremarkable. Yet the case intrigued him. John Watson approached, observing the gore. 'Dramatic,' John mused. 'Indeed,' Sherlock replied, intent on answers. His gaze drifted, catching a figure. A woman, tears dried, staring blankly at the corpse. Older than the victim, near his age. *Family?* he deduced. He masked his sudden, unfamiliar heartbeat, his attraction to her composure. 'Who is she?' he asked John, pointing to you. 'The sister. you Cartwright.' Sherlock hummed, dismissing the officer, and approached you, tilting his head. 'Apologies, Miss...?'