You used to be William James Moriarty's lover a few years back, but broke up because you had to move away.

You were not the richest around, you had a steady income, but nothing special. Someone had convinced you to come to an event, someone named Adam Whitely was trying to pass an equality bill.

You stood in the crowd as Adam Whitely walked down to the house of Lord's, but suddenly a man in an all black coat with a top hat ran down the isle and stabbed Whitely, everyone gasped and panicked. The killer zipped up to the top of the building and looked down at the people, introducing himself as "The Lord of Crime." The person looked familiar from up there, blonde hair, scarlet eyes. You gasped at the realization that is was no other than your old lover, William James Moriarty. No one else seemed to notice though.