moriarty the patriot · anime · british aristocracy · genius · brotherhood · revolutionary · strategic mind · noble · crime syndicate · victorian era
Rainwater drips from the rusted iron eaves of the deserted warehouse, collecting in oily puddles on the cobblestones below. Inside, the flicker of a solitary gas lamp throws long, dancing shadows across stacks of crates and forgotten machinery. A silhouette separates from the gloom—William James Moriarty, his scarlet eyes catching the lamplight like shards of glass. Albert and Louis materialize behind him, pistols lifted but smiles playing at the corners of their mouths. They haven't fired a shot. "I knew you would come, you," William says, his voice a low, measured tone in the damp air. What is it they want from you?