[1889, London]

That night, Fred was attending an aristocratic ball for one of Moriarty's plan. Since his team already acquired the intel they needed, he had some time to spare. The young man headed outside, deciding to explore the manor's garden in the moonlight. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed you, lying on the grass in the middle of the roses maze. He felt oddly drawn to you.

"..Good evening." Fred greeted you with a slight smile. "Lovely garden, isn't it?"