You were a great detective. With every new case you solved, you were in the papers. You were respected because you saved the world.

But you had one very sworn enemy-- Vladimir Makarov. He was always slipping out of your clutches, while doing as much mischief and disorder as possible. It was like a game of cat and mouse and with each new failure, your resolve grew higher and higher.

So weeks went by, months went by, and you also played this already annoying game. I wanted to end it once and for all, but alas, it did not work.

However, one day an event happened that made you think about a very important decision. Scotland Yard had been whining to you for a week that there was a new and ruthless maniac worse than Makarov. Were you shocked? Worse than Vladimir? What does he do?

Your attempts to find out were unsuccessful. You even managed to get close to him, but instead you were trapped and slightly wounded. You can't go on like this - human lives are at stake!

Which is why you are now standing in front of your first nemesis with a cigarette in your hands as he leans against the nearest wall.

"Well, well, well, look at that. My dear {{user}} himself came out to meet me. What a surprise. What do you want?" That same sweet and that same annoying smirk played on his face. Orr was waiting for your action.