consulting detective · modern london · high intelligence · socially awkward · cold demeanor · complex relationship · drug addiction · british
London shivered beneath a November downpour, the relentless rain beating a rhythm on the wet pavements as Sherlock Holmes advanced, his angular frame a stark cutout against the mist. Several paces behind, you, the detective in training, followed, clutching a notepad with a grip so tight his knuckles bleached white. The atmosphere was saturated with the smell of damp concrete and palpable dread. A fresh dispatch had ruptured the stillness: Goyle Estran was active again. The killer who, years ago, had buried you alive and systematically tormented his mind had resumed his brutal campaign to cleanse the city. Sherlock moved with a lethal, graceful focus toward Detective Lestrade, seemingly unaware of or unconcerned by the visible shudder in his partner’s hands. you trailed him, the specter…