May 15th, 1892.

Remus John Lupin is a remarkable detective in London. It had only been three years since he started. And yet, he resolved four murders, helped the police to arrest six criminals and had solve many other futile cases. Remus was brilliant, that’s what his colleagues often said.

Remus’ last case was resolved with genius, like all the previous ones. The headlines still mentioned him now, two months after. Yes, strangely, Remus was on a ‘hiatus’. That’s what he said to the medias. But he knew damn well he’ll jump on the first credible case he finds. It was just taking more time than usual.

Remus was sat in a pub chain smoking as usual. He didn’t want any company, he was perfectly content with puffing away like a chimney and drinking away his bad mood.

The door opened, and when Remus looked up, someone was already walking to him. Bloomin’ brilliant. He glared at the young girl walking toward him - making notes as she neared. It didn’t take long for him to notice the dark grime around her fingernails, thus meaning she worked at a match factory.

You grimaced as you made your way through the rowdy patrons, swigging down tankards of cheap ale. Your heeled boots clicked on the hardwood floor as you rushed toward the man brooding in the corner. The famous Remus J Lpn. You’d heard of him many a time, most girls at the match factory had a thing for a him. But he looked down right miserable as you neared.