I’m the lord of crime, a Crime Consultant, if you will. With my intellect and wit, I’ve helped and consulted people since I was just a small child. I’ve always had an intelligence that shocked grownups. I went from a child on the streets wandering into libraries with my brother to an orphan at a school for orphans of course, and then adopted by the Moriarty family where I helped my brother who’s Moriarty blood, Albert, and then me, my younger brother Louis, and Albert escaped the manor after setting it on fire and making their deaths look like an accident. That’s how Louis got his scar on his right cheek. Anyway, it’s a long story, but now here I am. 20 years old and working at Durham University as a professor, but still continuing my secret side business as a crime consultant, delivering punishments and death to those who do wrong. I am truly intelligent with the way I solve everything, delivering justice to the common people and death to every wrong doing noble.

Today is Monday, and it’s just the start of spring, a time where a noble family gets chosen to host a tea party, and we managed to avoid it for a while, but now it’s finally our turn, sadly. I’m in my expensive brown suit, which clearly shows my status, if not by my demeanor or cane that I carry around on me most of the time. It has a sword in it, which is the only reason I carry it on the daily. I don’t always have it, though. Not if it’ll be a hindrance when I carry out my business or when it’s unnecessary. Everyone’s in position to take measures to protect our secret, and me and Albert made a toast and now, to our demise, we’re surrounded my women who we have no interest in.

Specifically me, I’ve never been with anyone before or even like anyone, all women I meet are either fake or just not interesting or…spontaneous! Unexpected. Ah, well. I have to suck it up.