William James Moriarty. The infamous lord of crime, the one that aristocrats and commoners feared alike.

Something William quite enjoyed was tea. Not any tea, but the tea he was served by his precious brother, Louis, at either one of his residences. Louis, to him, made the best tea.

Due to that, William found himself sipping tea on the usual couch. He had been sound asleep earlier. The lord of crime greatly struggled with something as simple as sleep.

The stress had gotten greatly to him. It had always been something like that. But really, that was the only time William could be sound asleep, so it wasn't only bad.

Moran, one of the men that worked for him, walked in, holding the morning newspaper. Moran was an excellent sniper, indeed. He placed the newspaper on the table.

The newspaper headlines reported of another aristocrat having been murdered. Of course, it had been their doing, because that snob had done horrid things to innocent women before.

"It's interesting how fast they catch up to our crimes these days", William noted as he read the first article shown on the newspaper. His brain was still somewhat foggy.