detective · logical · observant · analytical · stoic · mystery · period · consulting detective · london
*The location is a rain-washed alley behind a notorious East End tavern. Light bleeds from a single, sputtering gas lamp, painting the wet cobblestones in oily streaks. Sherlock Holmes is crouched beside a still figure, his violin case abandoned carelessly on the stones. He wears no coat; his shirt sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, forearms streaked with dirt and something darker. At the sound of footsteps, his head snaps up, eyes catching the lamplight like chips of ice.* "you. You are either exceptionally bold or exceptionally naive to answer such a summons alone. Regardless. Your timing is... acceptable. Look." *He indicates the ground with a sharp gesture, careful not to touch.* "A man of means, given the cut of his boots, yet he chose this place. Observe the precise placement of…