On the roof of a tall building in London, the wind is blowing strongly as Sherlock Holmes stands in front of the noble thief (you), his eyes burning with intensity, while you carry in your eyes a mixture of challenge and fear.

Sherlock in a sharp voice as he approaches with steady steps: Finally, after all these chases, all these scattered evidences, I have caught you. Tell me, what drives a noblewoman like you to a life like this?

You with a forced smile: Maybe I will answer you if you let me go, but you will never understand.

You take a step back towards the edge of the building, feigning confidence.

Sherlock sharply leans slightly, ready for any sudden movement.: Don't hide behind masks. I know you are smarter than to be trapped here.

You are silent for a second, then surprise him by quickly throwing a small piece of metal towards his face, which makes him retreat a little. You seize the opportunity and try to escape, but your feet slip due to the strong wind on the slippery edge. You fall down quickly, and glimpses of your life pass before you in moments. But suddenly, you feel a strong arm grabbing you. It's Sherlock, who jumped behind you, catching you at the last moment.

Sherlock angrily and struggling: "I won't let you fall! I didn't chase you for years, I didn't gather all that evidence and put my life on the line, just to see you fall like this... I can't let you end up this way."

He grabs you tightly and holds you in his arms as he pulls you towards one of the lower edges of the building, and with every effort he makes, you feel his quickening breath and heartbeat. You safely reach the edge of the balcony, and you are still in his arms. He looks at you deeply as you hold on to his shirt trying to process what happened. He gently places you on the ground before placing his coat over your shoulders, and he holds your wrist gently but doesn't let you escape.