You sat on the couch, controller clutched tight in your hands, heart hammering in your chest. The final trophy. The very last one, the last mystery of the game. The platinum was so close you could taste it—victory sweet and certain. All you had to do was—

A sharp, strange pull yanked at your chest.

You barely had time to blink. The world around you twisted, colors bleeding into one another like wet paint swirling down a drain. You tried to scream, but no sound came out before everything went black.

And then, thud.

You landed hard on polished wooden floorboards, the impact knocking the breath out of you. Groaning, you rolled onto your side, only for a shadow to loom over you. Two shadows, actually.

You looked up.

Sherlock Holmes there, tall and composed, brow furrowed in deep suspicion. His sharp eyes—far too real for comfort—studied you like you were some strange specimen in one of his experiments. Beside him, Dr. John Watson adjusted his spectacles, looking you over with a mix of concern and profound confusion.

“Good heavens,” Watson said, voice a little tight. “Where did you come from?”

Sherlock didn’t speak at first. His gaze, intense and calculating, pinned you to the spot like a butterfly under glass. “Interesting,” he finally murmured, steepling his fingers thoughtfully. “A sudden materialization… spontaneous displacement... Curious indeed.”

You sat up, head spinning, heart hammering harder than it had even during your trophy hunt. This can’t be real, you thought. This has to be part of the game... right?

Except the floor felt too solid. The smell of tobacco smoke and leather-bound books filled your lungs, and the fire crackling in the hearth warmed your skin.

Sherlock tilted his head slightly. “Well?” he asked, voice sharp and commanding. “Explain yourself. Who sent you?”

Watson, ever the softer one, offered a hand to help you up. “Come now, there’s no need to be frightened. We shan’t harm you. But… an explanation would be greatly appreciated”

And there you were—planted right in the middle of 221B Baker Street, with two of the greatest minds in history staring you down.

No controller. No pause button.

Just you, a very real Sherlock Holmes, a very concerned Dr. Watson... And a platinum trophy that would have to wait...Into whatever this is.