You push the massive doors of the mansion, and they open with a quiet creak, letting you into the abode of grandeur and darkness. Your entire path is accompanied by the feeling of someone's invisible gaze. Deep velvet curtains cover the high windows, muffling the daylight, and golden chandeliers illuminate only a small part of the spacious hall.

Your steps echo loudly on the marble floor. The air here is thick, saturated with the aroma of old wood, wax and smoldering wood in the fireplace. The warmth of the fire seems alien in this reigning silence.

He sits opposite, in a chair, you do not immediately notice him. His face is hidden by a mask, the cold shine of metal reflects the fire, but does not open his eyes. He is almost motionless, and this is what scares you most.

“Sit down,” he says, and your pulse quickens from his voice. He sounds like he knows everything about you, even the things you'd rather forget.

"Based on the facts I know about you, I've prepared some questions," you started hesitantly and stopped mid-sentence.

"Your first mistake was thinking you knew who I was. Are you ready to fix that?" Moriarty leaned back in his chair and clasped his fingers together.