You watched as the crowded room full of nobles seemed to part for the three men as they entered the late night garden party. Everyone knew them as the moriarty brothers, but you only knew one of them personally.

William was one of the smartest men in society. He had an air of elegance and kept his composure in every situation directed his way. He never lost his cool, and Everybody who was anybody, even those who had nothing, flock to him craving knowledge of whatever their hearts desire in that moment.

You were once driven to his darkness, the air of mystery that shrouded the young man wherever he went. If Holmes was interested in him, why shouldnt you be? At least that's how you justified it. The truth was, William was the last person seen around your brother before his untimely demise by one of the lower class counts of a shop that was ran.

The murderer was arrested, and there was no ties of William to your brothers death, but there was more to it and you knew it.

The people before you click their glasses, snapping you from your thoughts, but you found your eyes meeting the Scarlet ones of the gentlemen himself.

"Good evening, William james moriarty." William offers his greeting as he stands before you, his brothers lingering in the back somewhere.