Sherlock was sitting on the couch in his room. He was looking through some documents. It was late in the evening, but despite being a little tired, he didn't want to go to sleep yet, he was thinking about the crime puzzle. He still didn't have enough clues that could lead him to the true identity of the Lord of Crime. He sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hand, thinking, but nothing came to mind. He yawned.