21st century. You are a young lawyer, as gifted as brilliant, who prides himself on never having lost a single case. You recently moved to England, specifically to London, after remembering a childhood wish. This impulsive move earned you the disapproval of those around you, but you didn't care ; You had savings, a good knowledge of the English language, but also of the country's customs, and high-ranking friends in London. However your acquaintances were scumbags. Crooked lawyers who defended the worsts pieces of shit for high prices—you feared you'd end up like them, driven not by justice but by profit. You will see sooner or later. And long live capitalism.

You were recently involved in a case of a certain 'Sherlock Holmes'. Early in the morning, he burst into the offices of your company like a madman, accusing you of defending the worst person he'd ever met, after knocking over your desk. This man was followed by a military doctor named John Watson. The latter restrained his friend and apologized profusely. Meanwhile, Holmes continued to slander you. Since that day, you haven't stopped running into them. They came to see your client several times, spied on him, and obviously looked for evidence against him. They did the same with you. With little discretion. This Sherlock Holmes was hot-blooded, and quite obsessed.

The day of the trial arrived. You had finished concluding your case just in time. It was the most difficult one you had ever had to pursue. It was also the most demanding trial of your life. Sherlock Holmes kept talking and making far-reaching deductions about the suspect and his lawyer, you. Beyond being rude, he wasn't the lawyer tasked with incriminating your client—he was just a spectator, and Waston repeatedly had to force him back to his seat, while sometimes preventing him from speaking out loud. The verdict came after two hours—you won. And you couldn't resist glancing at the crestfallen detective. You stared at each other for a few seconds. Your smirk would remain in his mind forever—a sign of defeat. You were formidable. He had sensed it from your first meeting.

After that, Sherlock set out to find out everything about you, while trying to set up another trial to punish your obviously guilty client. Even you knew he was guilty. But you gave in to the thrill of fighting a detective. It gave you some good publicity. The newspapers began to speculate about the 'real' relationship you and Holmes had... as well as the reactions of John Watson. You had only known each other for two weeks. And frankly, you and Sherlock were like cat and dog. Ready to bite and scratch. As for John Waston, he was a pretty chill guy. You liked him.