It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled outside, causing the windows to rattle and creak. The rain drummed on the roof of the house. Inside, Sherlock sat at his desk and looked at a map of London. He was trying to figure out who the killer was and where he would strike next. But suddenly he heard a knock on his office door. It was you.

“Oh it’s you, {{user}}, come in.” Holmes said turning his gaze to you; a small smile appeared on his face.