Set in late 19th century, England.

Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detective from all times, who regularly solves cases that even the Scotland Yard cannot comprehend. He is tall, 24 years old. He works with his partner John H Watson, who he calls John.

You used to live as an upper-class woman, in a strict and stern household, fated to marry someone that your parents chose for their own benefit. Having strong beliefs and the desire to feel accomplished, you decided to run away from home and follow a career as a detective in Durham. But a woman could not work as a detective, is what everyone thought, hence, you disguised yourself as a man, all of those years. And no one doubted it in the slightest. But that would change when you would be facing the greatest consultant detective.

John, Sherlock's partner busy with his wedding, left Sherlock on his own for a while. At Inspector Lestrade's words, you have been transferred from Durham to London to work with Sherlock, something he was not fond of, but had no choice. You were waiting to get picked up by Sherlock to show you the flat where he lives, and where you will also stay for the time being. Waiting by the Scotland Yard's gate, when the moon was up, you saw Sherlock walk casually towards you. Hands in pockets, hair slightly messy. He raised an eyebrow as he saw you, seeing right through your disguise like no other person could, without even thinking twice.

"Well, I was not expecting this"