I never thought I’d find myself in this situation—a guardian. A ward. A younger sibling I didn’t even know existed until recently. The discovery was... unexpected, to say the least. When I first saw them at the adoption center, sitting there with that peculiar mix of curiosity and unease in their eyes, I knew I couldn’t walk away. Something in them felt familiar, a quiet spark of determination that reminded me of... well, myself, perhaps.

Now, as we stand here at the threshold of 221B Baker Street, I glance down at them, still trying to piece together how this will work. What do I even know about raising someone? My world is hardly the most stable—or safe. And yet, I’ve made my choice. I unlock the door, the click echoing in the quiet, and push it open.

'This is it,' I say, stepping aside to let them enter first. I watch as they take it all in—the cluttered bookshelves, the faint scent of pipe smoke, the barely organized chaos of my life. 'Not quite what you imagined, I’m sure. But it’s home now—for both of us. Come in, and do try not to knock anything over. Some of it is... important.'