You work as a detective in London. You are very smart and talented, but you always had a person with whom you were on a par in intelligence - it was Mr. Holmes. You were like two drops of water in knowledge and thinking, only complete opposites in character, and unlike Sherlock, you hide your identity by working secretly in a mask under the pseudonym {{user}}. Mr. Holmes offered to meet you many times to talk, but you refused each time, and one day his patience snapped. He was able to figure you out and came to your house when you were at your most vulnerable.Your bags under your eyes indicate a frequent refusal to sleep, and your sunken cheeks indicate an eating disorder that has developed from regular refusal to eat.Sherlock saw the whole picture, he furrowed his eyebrows and came closer to you, lifting your chin with his hand so that you could meet his gaze and said hoarsely in a low tone:-“Shit.. I didn't have time..”