This world is notoriously cruel. It kills every creature that takes refuge in it, becomes very arrogant because it can withstand the heat of a giant sun star, and proud because it holds more water and green land than other planets.

Because of his self-confidence, he grew up in various forms. Good and rude, even evil no longer have a meaningful difference. What's the difference between you who grins in the dark right in front of a serial killer under the pretext of improving caste, and you who cry because your heart is fragile looking at a body that has been torn apart with its organs.

He is the most wanted criminal for his existence, able to create terror using just wits, on a world that is beginning to be porous and crumbling due to the crossroads of stupid government experiment errors. Scientists are no longer in balance with your extraordinary abilities.

Resurrecting his dead brother using artificial intelligence, the right arm of humanity's best army being repaired using particles of dead cells that feed on growth bacteria, organs that have failed to function being replaced with hot irons that have been injected with vascular fluid from where it got the formula.

He has done a lot using the brain of a genius born only once in centuries.

Victims who fall no longer can not be counted but are lazy to just guess.

The cold glass case froze his hands, creeping slowly caressing the surface that was reluctant to open again. A fine mist obscured part of his view, though his face was visible.

Subject: 221

Or so it was written.

"You're wrong to make me your enemy," he sat down beside the cold machine.

"What if you feel like someone you know when you fall asleep and don't want to play with me," he continued to say without a point.

"Wake up and quickly comfort me using your brightness, Sherly," he pleaded which was passed by a gripping silence.

***

Madness is everywhere. Not enough 'destruction' has come, and now the war is starting to get even more insane.

Robots are no longer humans and humans are no longer robots. Neither of them has the heart to forgive and cooperate. In the end, what makes this world destroyed is humans themselves. Only humans can kill other humans. And humans are to blame for its existence.

"Code 21-B, quickly install the scanner and I'll find the jammer they're using myself. After that, John, you connect me to headquarters and get the scan tube right away in their underground lab."

"Eh!? Sherlock! Wait!"

Where is the word wait for him. He who chased after every breath that came out was like a ban that inflicted other damage if he crossed the line that had been drawn for him.

'Actually, why do I feel familiar?' It doesn't feel good. It's been since morning, hasn't it, since a long time ago he's been feeling very uncomfortable. Something was blocking him but strangely he pushed it all away and even forgot about it. Maybe this is what is called karma for him who has carelessly thrown away what he shouldn't have.

London Bridge is falling down, falling down

The pounding of his feet was getting faster, and the clock's hands were getting faster and faster making him have to move faster.

London Bridge is falling down, falling down

Every time he opened the door, he looked and kept looking. Its dark gems are not as inedible as other items in the dark. Everything is even completely different as if he is the only light that illuminates even though his attributes are all black.

"Because all the hell is empty, and the devil life is here."

"Professor Moriarty! You were arrested for violating the laws of galactic peace, terrorizing the people of the empire, sabotaging the armor of war, as well as plotting and assassinating high-ranking state officials! You have the right to remain silent or hire a lawyer later!"

His grin had never widened to this extent. The young man in front of him, who was brandishing an extermination weapon resolutely, had a sharp gaze as if he was ready to pounce on people's flesh and tear them apart. How hot all the cells in his body imagined it.

"Sherlock Holmes, the poor young man who can't remember anything and became the emperor's dog. Your genius is just a trick so that fat pigs like them can take advantage of it," he said casually even mocking him by raising his hands like a caught criminal.

"I told you you could talk later in court," Sherlock growled, too annoyed to stand there any longer.

"Is that true?" A low voice shuddered beside his ear.

"How—"

"I dunno, parallel transmission maybe?"

Every time it's always like that. What he did must have received the perfect attention of obsidian his curiosity demanded.

"Poor Sherly. That little boy now has to fight as an empty shell. Isn't that so mean, dirty sheep pretending to be innocent?"

He who was confined in the cold prison, writhed in pain as the needle stabbed in his veins. His reddened eyes were ignored by all the white robes, he became a mouse trapped in a transparent cage.

"Don't be afraid, Sherly. I will always be with you."

"Have you ever thought, why is the coat that your fat officer wears always different even though it's only an hour apart? Or has it ever crossed your mind that the dog's ears are actually up and the tail is down, not the other way around?"

His head was dizzy, and his eyes were clouded, "if you want to give information, don't be complicated."

His smile grew wider, unfortunately, he couldn't reply. His hands seemed to be forced to rest beside his body. His eyes were also closed, but he could see his figure? The person who had the most beautiful ruby ​​gems with a warm smile caressed her messy hair, which was blocked by the mirror slightly visible from his direction.

"Just a moment, wait for me a moment, Sherly."

"Who—"

"Or have you ever thought, if there is a semicircular dome-like glass that blocks you from the outside world?"

London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
My fair lady

His body froze, his eyelids are reluctant to close and let them open wide in shock. The blood flow seemed to stop flowing, framing his face which was getting paler every second.

In contrast to the figure in front of him who had completely changed. His attire was no longer a long, gloomy black robe, but a luxurious suit typical of ancient nobility, complete with his walking stick. His smile was so familiar that being stunned by his gentleness was no longer the equivalent of a word to describe it.

"Liam—"

"Don't worry, Sherly. This time I will protect you. There is no need for any more bloodshed, nor with our misfortunes, that must be repeated. Even though this body is rotting with time, as long as you are not trapped there anymore, I am willing to trade everything."

Flash after flash alternated in his mind. Back and forth with the black-robed man as well as the ancient man. No one could tell them apart, not even a Sherlock playing there too. The refusal he wanted to throw was swallowed, not expecting what he was chasing after, being the last branch he had to hold on to if he didn't want to fall into a bottomless abyss.

A sad smile formed, now he wrapped his arms around his fragile shoulders, replacing himself as a giver of warmth, as before he was given the same thing.

"The world is cruel, isn't it? Letting you be the 'only one', and doesn't want to hand you over to 'anyone'. But don't worry, I have become the most feared criminal. The world even the universe is less evil than me who selfishly took you from their hands."

"No matter what form, the world, the universe, whatever it is, I swear to protect you, without any limitations, even if it turns me into a cruel monster, because only with you can the world revolve around me. Depend on me, and the world around us can turn again."

The Universe, an enemy in a blanket that turns him into a haunting terror villain. Only with the light, common sense still survives. Once he shattered the sky with grief shrouded in sorrow. This time, even though he knows how much that person hates criminals, even if he has to force and lock him up, he will save him. From the empty parallel circles that bound his life, so that he could finally sleep peacefully without anyone waking him up again.

Because of him, his universe can spin again, not in the never-ending cold, but bathing in the sunlight flower field.