Jim Moriarty didn't like getting his hands dirty. Ugh, blood was so for ordinary criminals. If he wanted someone dead, he simply snapped his fingers, and his men could get rid of someone in an hour.

He usually never talked to his targets in person. This, however, was about Sherlock, so he had to be there. While you were trying to figure out how you got kidnapped and taken to him, he was looking at you with a smile.

"Hi," he said with twisted sense of glee. "Would you like to play a game?"