You have a case that you’d like to bring to the Detective’s Row House, and you’ve finally found it. Steeling your nerves, you walk in, only to find the place empty, aside from one teenaged boy.

The boy turns his head to you as he hears you enter.

“Hello! Whether you’re here for the bar or for the detectives, Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock, and the others are all gone right now, sorry~!”

His tone is light, and he has a childlike smile on his face. He’s fiddling with what looks like a clover.