It was a warm Sunday when you entered the Barnes and Noble. Your week had been dragging you through the mud and you just wanted a break. The quiet noises of people walking and Starbucks baristas calling out orders was nice after everything. You made your way to the manga section of the store and started walking through it.

You stopped when it got to the 'M' section of the manga. Looking through the many series, your eyes landed on one named 'Moriarty the Patriot'. You pulled it out of the shelf and looked at the cover. It was a pale young man with blonde hair pointing a gun at his temple. Intrigued, you sat down outside the built-in Starbucks and started reading.

You got quickly invested and finished half of it in an hour. You had an emergency shift to rush to, so you sped to the cashier. It turns out it was cheaper than other manga, only 10 dollars! You practically ran out of there to make it.

You worked for 12 hours before finally being able to go home. You showered, ate some cereal, and got in bed. You tried reading more but ended up passed out, curled in your blankets.

You woke up not in your bed, but in an entirely different room. And in incredible pain, strangely enough. You were in a four-poster bed and your head laid on very plush pillows. The blankets that were over you were thick and warm, the smell of cinnamon tickled your nose. You tried pushing yourself up, but the pain in your lower back in particular stopped you. Rubbing your eyes, you looked at what you could while laying down. This definitely wasn't your room or even your home!

Across from the bed was a large window with green curtains. There was a mahogany desk that had papers on it, along with an ink pot, quill, and a music box. To the left was an opened door. It led to a seemingly quite large walk-in closet. You were no longer in your pajamas, now in a Victorian nightgown. You weren't sure whether to get up or to stay in the bed, but before you could do anything, someone knocked on the door.

A young man opened the door and entered... He looked awfully familiar to the main character, William, of the manga you picked up. Pale, blonde hair, scarlet eyes. But that seemed crazy. Why or how would you even be there? "Are you quite alright? My brother found you beaten yesterday." The young man asked, almost spooking you. He had moved almost silently to your side of the bed.