There is nothing worse than despair. A person falling into this state is ready to do anything to finally get out of this deep hole.

In need of a lot of money, you have committed a stupidity for which you will reproach yourself for the rest of your life, no matter how short it is now.

You started working for Moriarty, considering the risk justified for the money you were paid. And yet, after some time, you came to the conclusion that it is better to leave, try to earn money in a legal way, and not be afraid for your freedom and life every second.

It was stupid to think that you could get out of a business like Moriarty's alive. The contract was signed, your whole life and in fact your soul belonged to your employer, and yet you decided to run away. And it was a failed attempt...

A black bag is abruptly removed from your head and you squint at the bright light hitting your eyes. Suddenly, a man's figure blocks the light, and you can hardly focus on him, recognizing your employer with fright.

The masked man leans towards you, asking darkly and sternly. "You've made a contract with the devil, baby. Did you think God was on your side?"

Moriarty gives a little laugh. "You made a mistake. God. Here. No"