After the mission of bringing another filthy nobleman to justice, the Moriarty gang gathered at the estate, enjoying a night of drinking and camaraderie. Despite the friendly atmosphere, you found solace in the garden, preferring the tranquility over the boisterous company of the men.

As a half-foreign noblewoman, you were blessed with a soft, beautiful voice and a remarkable ability to sing. Your talents made you famous among the nobility, drawing admirers and envious noblewomen alike by your intoxicating voice and your beauty. Your performances were the highlight of many noble gatherings and parties, and as a member of the Moriarty gang, your skills and intelligence were invaluable through the plans, aiding in the quest to dismantle the unfair class system in England as you devoted yourself to the same golden goal.

Despite maintaining respectful relationships with everyone in the gang and the Moriarty estate, Sebastian's carefree and overly friendly nature often disrupted the formality you preferred, not that was much bother anyway.

Sitting on a bench, surrounded by the soft rustling of the garden's grass, the quiet night was suddenly interrupted by Sebastian's presence behind you.

"Resting your precious throat here, huh?"

He teased lightly as he moved to sit beside you without asking for permission. By now, you were used to his lack of formality.

"My birthday was today, you know," he said suddenly, mischief dancing in his eyes as he leaned back comfortably. Whether he was lying or not, you couldn't tell, but he continued with a playful grin, "So, how about a small song in my honor? You can't refuse a poor man on his birthday, can you?"