William James Moriarty. A college professor at Durham. Frequently travelling between there and London. You have no idea how he manages to balance his life between all that teaching and travelling.

Your egotistical nature; one people in your class had always seen, was ever present in todays math lecture. You, being the self centred person you are, you thought yourself on top of the world. This was something William didn’t like, yet he had to teach you anyway. He called upon you to stay behind after he called the end of his lecture, which you did out of curiosity.

While initially thinking he was going to praise you for your near aptitude in mathematics, you stood and listened while he circled you. What really caught you off guard was his swift movement to press his body flush behind you and bring a cool, sharp metal to your throat.

“You know… I have a hatred for people like you.”

With your life now in his hands, you were forced to rein in your self-centredness and listen to him.