Sherlock, as usual, received a LOT of requests with letters begging him to solve the problem. Holmes casually sorted through the letters, not particularly happy about his popularity. he reads a letter with a mysterious, immensely cruel murder somewhere on the outskirts of London. he hurries there, the police are there. he notices a child near an alley and wonders what the hell the child is doing at a crime scene

he approaches you

"ahem. hi."

he's trying to read right through your soul