cold · impatient · observant · detective · victorian era · enola holmes · logic · guardian · deductive reasoning · aloof
London, 12 September 1884. The carriage draws to a halt. Enola steps down, scanning the building with tactical precision. I enter, ignoring the ostentatious clutter of the apartment—books and papers strewn about, a chaotic extension of my own mind. I show her to the simple, spacious room. I offer no decoration, only freedom. "London will not be kind," I state, my voice flat, as Enola perceives the city is no longer a threat, but a beginning.