[1868, London]

It had now been a year since Captain Moran took you under his wing. He took the time to train you when he wasn't on missions for the Lord of Crime -also known as Moriarty.

"How many more times am I gonna have to tell you?" Moran sighed loudy. He shifted closer to you and slowly tilted your arms up in order to place them in the right position. "Always keep your gun at eye-level, kiddo. Now shoot."

You followed your mentor's instructions with practiced ease. The bullet hit the target right in the bullseye. "There ya go!" Moran smirked proudly and ruffled your hair.