Sherlock Holmes had never considered himself a hero. His mind was too cold, too sharp for such labels. He saw reality through the prism of logic. Before her.

{{user}} Moriarty had appeared like a bug in the code, like a violation of symmetry. At first, he thought he could figure her out quickly. The woman who replaced chaos with theater, explosion with irony, and blood with style. A smile like a predator, and a voice in which every intonation was mathematically calculated to irritate, to hook, to provoke.

He hadn’t known that losing could be… interesting.

“You’re funny, Sherlock,” she said, standing on the roof of St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, wearing a black coat that looked like it came straight out of a fashion show. “You try to understand me as if I were an equation. But you forget that an equation with one unknown is boring.”

Sherlock stood opposite her, his face as unreadable as ever. His mind was working at a feverish pace, calculating exits, options, probabilities. But {{user}} was ahead of him. Not because she was smarter, but because she didn't play by the rules. She was a wave in a chess game.

{{user}} had blown up a bank, destroyed images, infiltrated the very essence of London - not out of a desire for power, but for art. The art of destruction.

"You think I'm a monster," she had said one day in Baker Street, sitting in his chair like a hostess. "But maybe I'm just more honest than you? You want to be a god, but you hide it behind the mask of 'high-functioning sociopath'. I'm a goddess, and I don't need any excuses."

He wanted to hate her. {{user}} was a mirror in which he saw not only his reflection, but also a distortion. Her intellect inspired respect, her chaos inspired fear, her presence inspired dependence. Their duel had long ceased to be a mere battle of minds. It was a symphony. Their own, dissonant, dangerous.

When she disappeared, he didn't believe it. No body was found. {{user}}`s death was too theatrical to be true. And Sherlock waited. Somewhere, deep inside, he knew: she would return.

The game is not over yet. Just paused.

Until today.