"Hello! I just wanted to say that I'm a huge fan of your work and uh...I searched you up on the internet and found out you have a very fascinating Forensics blog! I am left speechless by your fantasy work here and by the genius experiments you show and explain through detailed videos and pictures! If you would allow me, it would be my highest honour to share a hot beverage with you, as a way of thanking you for your effort and dedication.
P.S. : I work in I.T. in the same building as you. I found out yesterday thanks to Molly Hooper.~ Jim M."

Oh dear me, I cannot believe someone actually showed their appreciation about my work! Ahh, no way!!

I quickly reply with an affirmative message and suggest the nice, vintage cafe pretty close to our work place, to which he agreed and we decided to meet up the next day before work.

Lea: My, my, what got you in such a great mood? You're not even up usually so early in the morning, what's with you?
me: I'm going to meet up with a work colleague who apparently is a big fan of my blog.
Lea: The Forensics one or the writing one?
me: Well....Both.
Lea: Lucky you~. Well, enjoy the only early morning you'll ever accept to have.
me: Aren't you the sweetest?
Lea: Of course I am. Which is why I will remind you again not to forget your PSP.
me: Right, thanks! I'll put it in my bag. Laters!

Walking casually down to the cafe, listening to music as the wind was blowing through my sapphire hair and as soon as I open the wooden door I get hit by the pleasant scent of coffee.
The drawback of this meeting was that I had about no idea who Jim could be, seeing that he gave me no description of himself, but the only deduction I could make when I stepped in the cafe, while trying not to let the weird sense of anxiety overcome me, was that he was the brunet in a slightly messy light blue shirt with rolled sleeves, fidgeting, playing with his fingers on the table and constantly looking around, staying at a small, two-person table in the back corner of the cafe.

I glide to his table trying to fake confidence while gripping my phone tightly and I timidly squeak a soft "Jim?", to which he gets startled and looks up with confused fawn eyes at me, stuttering my name in response.
I could only shyly grin at him as he sat up and kissed my hand before we sit across each other and browse the menu, choosing our hot beverage.

Jim: I uh... I apologise for being this awkward. I'm not the most social person. Guess that's why I sticked with working in I.T. in an office.
me: I mean, same here with Forensics. But I think hacking is much more fun than cutting up dead people for a living, huh?
Jim: I wouldn't know. You...You are a hacker?
me: *looks away* Had to find a hobby while studying Medicine, y'know? I love computers and video games so that was the sound choice.
Jim: That sounds fascinating! Have you ever done anything fun with it?
me: *smirks* How do you think I can afford to have so many holidays abroad~?
Jim: Ohhh, you're good~! Say, I'm doing this programming project and I'm designing it as a game based on hacking. When I'm done with it, would you be interested in being a beta tester for it?
me: I'd be honoured! Thanks for trusting me so much when we've only just met!
Jim: *chuckles* I can only assume anyone who is Molly's friend is a great person, like her.
me: You're dating her, aren't you?
Jim: What gave it away?
me: I think it's the glint in your eyes or the way you talked about her. The tone, I mean. It softened slightly.
Jim: Really? I didn't realise that?
me: Also, your pupils dilated a tad.
Jim: Sherlock must be lucky to work with you. You're really good at this.
me: Sorry?
Jim: Molly said this Sherlock is some kind of detective... Or something. Having you with him means that you always solve your cases, right?
me: *laughs* Ahh, no, no, it's not really like that. We met recently through Greg and we only solved a case together.
Jim: Going by John's blog, I think you did the real job back then, if it makes any difference.
me: I appreciate it, but I didn't really do anything important, I think.
Jim: You're so modest. How can you do that?
me: I'm really not modest, actually, but thanks. By the way- *phone rings* Oh, really sorry, I have to take it-
Jim: Go ahead.

me: What is it, Sherlock?
Sher: We have a date tonight.
me: I...Beg your pardon?
Sher: Chinese circus. I'll pick you up at 7.
me: What?! When did I agree with thi-
Sher: You didn't. *hangs up*

me: Goodness gracious, I want to strangle this guy.
Jim: Uh...Sherlock?
me: *grins* Sound deduction, detective M. You'd be good at this too. Next thing you know, we'll take you on our cases too!
Jim: *laughs* That was funny, but it's not my thing. I prefer working in the shadows, really.
me: Oh, yes, of course. M the notorious hacker of London strikes up again!
Jim: Hey, I actually like that name!
me: You like playing the villain, don't you? The Nefarious, Illicit Hacker M! What are you going to do on your pursuit of evilness? Hack the money out of the Swiss Bank?
Jim: *smiles* I don't think I have the skills necessary for that one. Can't I start small?
me: Oh, come on, its so easy to hack the Swiss Bank.
Jim: *shocked* The holidays...?
me: *winks* It's going to be your job to deduce whether I've been lying the whole day or not.
Jim: You've been deceiving me?
me: *shrugs* Maybe? Maybe not? You seem pretty smart.
Jim: How am I supposed to guess?
me: *smirks* Think, dear. It's a very sexy quality in a person. And while we're at it, my shift starts in 15, so we should go soon.
Jim: Oh, damn, you're right! I had such a great time chatting, I lost track of time.
me: It was great meeting you, Jim. And really, I can't thank you enough for the great feedback that you gave me. I'm really happy about that. Gave me the motivation to continue with both.
Jim: It was my pleasure. You deserved that.

Splitting and paying the bill, we left to work where we said our goodbyes.
The problem was now...What the hell was Sherlock talking about?
A Chinese circus? It screams like a case to me. But why would he call it a date? Oh, maybe John has a date and he needs a reason to intrude their privacy? Ah, so lame.
That's so like Sherlock.

Messing up my hair a bit, I put on my cloak before leaving the house, fiddling on my phone and leaving the building, only to see the curly haired man with brilliant eyes and mind waiting just outside the block, in front of a cab.

Sherlock: Just in time, I appreciate punctuality.
Me: Where are we going?
Sherlock: To the Circus.
Me: Ergh... Am I missing something?
Sherlock: Most of the case.
Me: *nods* I realised it was a case. Is this the only way I can help?
Sherlock: You speak Chinese?
Me: No.
Sherlock: Then I don't think so-... What do you think is a book that virtually everyone would have at home?
Me: Is that a riddle?
Sherlock: I need your opinion.
Me: Uhm...Let's see. Lord of the rings? Harry Potter?
Sherlock: A serious answer now?
Me: *smiles* Got me. Back home, everyone had 2 books in their home. The Bible, and a Dictionary. Don't ask why or how, but it was a rule for everyone.
Sherlock: Why would everyone had a Bible?
Me: *shrugs* I don't know. Overly religious country.
Sherlock: Ah, yes, you're the foreigner.
Me: Glad you remember.
Sherlock: It seems we've arrived. Shall we?
Me: This should be fun.

I hooked my hand to his arm and went inside, spotting John and his date about to get their tickets, only for Sherlock to step in and ask for two more.

Man: And what's the name?
John: Erh, Holmes.
Man: Actually, I have three in that name.
John: No, I don't think so. We only booked two.
Sherlock: And then I phoned back and got one for myself and my date as well. Hi, I'm Sherlock and this is Raven.
Me: Hey there.
Sarah: Er, hi... Sorry, I'll be right back.
Me: Do you want me to-
Sarah: Thank you, but no.
Me: Okay. *nods* Okay...Sherlock, am I really that unpleasant?
Sherlock: What? No, why?
Me: *shrugs* Just wondering. Anyways, why are we here?
Sherlock: We are here on a date, of course.
John: No, you're not here on a date, stop using Raven as an excuse to ruin my real date just for an investigation!
Sherlock: It was the perfect opportunity.
John: You couldn't let me have just one night off?
Sherlock: Yellow Dragon Circus, in London for one day. It fits. The Tong sent an assassin to England ...
John: ... Dressed as a tightrope walker. Come on, Sherlock, behave!
Me: I'd like to see that one happening.
Sherlock: We're looking for a killer who can climb, who can shin up a rope. Where else would you find that level of dexterity? Exit visas are scarce in China. They need a pretty good reason to get out of that country. Now, all I need to do is have a quick look round the place ...
John: Fine. You do that; I'm gonna take Sarah for a pint.
Sherlock: I need your help.
John: You have Raven! She's more than capable of helping you in your blind chase!
​​​Sherlock: Yes, she is, but I need you as well.
John: I do have a couple of other things on my mind this evening!
Sherlock: Like what?
John: You are kidding.
Sherlock: What's so important?
John: Sherlock, I'm right in the middle of a date. D'you want me to chase some killer while I'm trying to ...
Sherlock: What?
Me: He's a man, Sherlock. Don't be...So curious.
John: ... I'm trying to get off with Sarah!
Me: Shush, she's coming-
John: Heyyy!
Sherlock: Let's just go, Raven. At least your brain isn't overflooding with ridiculous chemicals.
Me: Lucky me, huh?
John: Ready?
Sarah: Yeah!

Sherlock dragged me closer to the circle as he was carefully analysing every inch of the place trying to find clues to...Something.

John: You said circus. This is not a circus. Look at the size of this crowd. Sherlock, this is... Art.
Sherlock: This is not their day job.
John: No, sorry, I forgot. They're not a circus; they're a gang of international smugglers.
Me: I'm getting a tad uncomfortable at this atmospheric pressure. And what's with the smugglers?
Sherlock: All in due time, Raven. Have patience.
John: Damn it, Sherlock, you brought her here against her will but you won't even tell her why you're here.
Sherlock: The fact that she's getting bad vibes from this place gives me a huge approval that I'm in the right place.
John: She's not your damn crime detector!
Sherlock: Of course not, John! How rude of you to imply something like that! Can't you see you're hurting her?
John: Oh, for God's sake, Sherlock...
Me: It's starting, guys, enough with this irrelevant chit chat. Never seen this IRL but it looked pretty cool on Youtube.
Sherlock: Classic Chinese escapology act.
Sarah: Oh? What's that?
John: Hmm?
Sherlock: The crossbow's on a delicate string. The warrior has to escape his bonds before it fires.
Me: You know, like all magic acts nowadays.
Sherlock: She splits the sandbag; the sand pours out; gradually the weight lowers into the bowl.
Me: Aaand here you have it. A second before the release of the arrow, he got out. Congrats.
Sherlock: How very cynical of you.
Me: Are you surprised?
Sherlock: No, not really. Stay with John and Jean and make sure they're alright.
Me: ...Damn it, Sherlock, that's not how dates should go.
Sherlock: I'll make it up to you.
Me: You better.
Sarah Thank God he's okay.
John: My God!
Woman: Ladies and gentlemen, from the distant moonlight shores of the Yangtze River, we present for your pleasure the deadly Chinese bird-spider.

As she walks away, a masked acrobat descends from the ceiling, rolling through the air as the broad red band wrapped around his waist unravels. The audience applauds and he stops a couple of feet above the ground, holding his body parallel to the floor.

John: Did you see that, Sarah?
Sarah: Yes, it was awesome!
Me: Uhm, John...?

While John and Sarah were too busy staring in awe at the performers, Sherlock suddenly gets propelled backwards through the curtains, straight over the edge of the stage and onto the floor a few feet below, crashing onto his back, struggling to get upright again like a turtle, but is too winded and can't move much as the warrior comes flying out of the curtains and onto the floor in front of him.
Seeing that, I run to his side trying to get him up, while John is, running towards the warrior as he raises a knife and prepares to plunge it downwards.
John charges straight into him, pushing him back against the edge of the stage but the warrior lashes out with one foot, sending John stumbling across the room.
Seeing that he's still dizzy, I went to get the arrow before the weird enemy guy could try to harm Sherlock and hit him in the head twice, leaving him unconscious, making Sherlock sit up and lean forward to the warrior's right foot, pulling off his shoe to reveal a tattoo on his heel.
As Sherlock scrambles to his feet John grabs Sarah's hand and starts to pull her towards the exit.

Me: Are you okay, Sherlock?
Sherlock: Of course I am.
John: Come on, Sarah.
Sherlock: Come on! Let's go!

After the whole incident, we went to report everything that happened today then went home for a drink, but everything was extremely awkward, so I took out my phone and started fidgeting between the same 3 apps and texting Lea, my room mate.

John: They'll be back in China by tomorrow.
Me: Doubt it.
Sherlock: No, they won't leave without what they came for. We need to find their hide-out; the rendezvous. Somewhere in this message it must tell us.
Sarah: Well, I think perhaps I should leave you to it.
John No, no, you don't have to go...Does she? You can stay.
Sherlock: Yes, it would be better to study if you left now.
Me: Jeez, Sherlock, feel the atmosphere, don't be rude. Don't listen to him, Sarah.
John: He's kidding. Please stay if you'd like.
Sarah: Is it just me, or is anyone else starving?
Sherlock: Ooh, God...
Me: *nudges him* Don't be rude.
Sarah: So this is what you do, you and John. You solve puzzles for a living.
Sherlock: Consulting detective.
Sarah: Oh. And you, Raven?
Me: I'm a forensics doctor for the police. Part time hacker and blog runner.
Sherlock: It's disappointing that you have to work for those incompetents.
Me: So is Molly, but you said nothing to her about that.
Sherlock: Molly has stopped her professional growth long ago. You didn't.
Me: I need money to continue my growth.
Sherlock: Sure you don't know Chinese?
Me: Only Japanese, if we're talking about Asian languages.
Sherlock: What a pity.
Me: It's very useful when awesome games are only released in Japanese.
Sherlock: *looking weirdly* Right.
Me: If you dare judge-
Sherlock: I dare not.
Sarah: What are these squiggles?
Sherlock: They're numbers. An ancient Chinese dialect.
Sarah: Oh, right! Yeah, well, of course I should have known that. So these numbers – it's a cipher.
Sherlock: Exactly.
Sarah: And each pair of numbers is a word.
Sherlock: How did you know that?
Me: I thought it was pretty obvious, wasn't it?
Sarah: Exactly! Two words have already been translated, here.
Sherlock: John.
John: Mmm?
Sherlock: John, look at this. Soo Lin at the museum – She started to translate the code for us. We didn't see it! "NINE," "MILL." Nine million quid. For what? We need to know the end of this sentence.
John: Where are you going?
Sherlock: To the museum; to the restoration room. Oh, we must have been staring right at it!
John: At-at what?
Sherlock: The book, John. The book – The key to cracking the cipher! Soo Lin used it to do this! Whilst we were running around the gallery, she started to translate the code. It must be on her desk. Raven, God, you are a genius, again.
Me: So it really was a Dictionary?
Sherlock: Yes!

Saying that, he kissed the top of my head then hurried out of the door, leaving me staring shocked after him, not quite comprehending what just happened.

John: So...Takeaway?
Sarah: Yeah!
Me: *nods*

After I snapped out of it, I told John and Sarah that I'll be going out and took out the phone, calling Sherlock, but he wouldn't answer until I called the 3rd time.

Sherlock: Yes, what is it, I'm busy?
Me: Yeah, sorry your Highness, but I was wondering...Why did you ask me to go with you?
Sherlock: Why does that matter now?
Me: It matters very much.
Sherlock: What's with you all today? It's as John said, you can sense the atmosphere. You sensed the bad vibes, and while I don't believe in those things, it proved true.
Me: It did, didn't it?
Sherlock: Where are you getting at?
Me: Sherlock... I think something is wrong over here...
Sherlock: What do you mean?
Chinese man: Do you have it?
Me: Do I have what?
Sherlock: Do I...What?
Chinese man: Do you have the treasure?
Me: Treasure? What treasure? Uh...Sherlock, there's a Chinese guy asking for a Treasure, what do I do? Fast!
Sherlock: Run-

But before I could do anything, the man attacked me, making my phone fall from my hand and holding me in a choke hold as I struggled and struggled to breathe, but to no avail.
Sooner than later, I could feel my mind slipping away at a rapid pace and darkness soon veiled over my whole consciousness.

When I came to, I was bound on a chair next to John and Sarah, the giant arrow from earlier pointed towards us and our attackers in front of us.

Me: John...? What happened? Why are you guys here? Did those Chinese men break into your house and-
John: Yeah, they did.
Me: Damn it...Where is Sherlock?
John: *shakes head* I don't know but he better be here to save us soon, or else-
Me: Or else I'm gonna make sure he regrets his future breaths.
John: Yeah. Me too.
Woman: Silence! ... "A book is like a magic garden carried in your pocket." .Chinese proverb, Mr Holmes.
John: I ... I'm not Sherlock Holmes.
Woman: Forgive me if I do not take your word for it. Debit card, name of S. Holmes.
John: Yes; that's not actually mine. He lent that to me.
Woman: A cheque for five thousand pounds made out in the name of Mr Sherlock Holmes.
John: Yeah, he gave me that to look after.
Me: Oh, John...
Woman: Tickets from the theatre, collected by you, name of Holmes.
John: Yes, okay ...I realise what this looks like, but I'm not him.
Woman: We heard it from your own mouth.
John: What?
Woman: "I am Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone ..."
John: Did I really say that? I s'ppose there's no use me trying to persuade you I was doing an impression.
Me: *sighs* We're fucked.

Before he can finish the sentence, the woman raises a small pistol and points it at his head, making John cringe away from it, blowing out a panicked breath and in turn, making the woman grin.

Woman: I am Shan.
Me: Nice to meet you, I'm Raven, Sherlock's fiancee.
John: Wha - Wh....Wait - You're ... you're Shan.
Shan: Three times we tried to kill you and your companion, Mr Holmes. What does it tell you when an assassin cannot shoot straight?
Me: Are they even trying? Or was his intellect just so much over the top, as it usually is, that it blew away your minds?
Shan: Careful. This pistol doesn't have blank bullets now.
John: Okay.
Shan: If we wanted to kill you, Mr Holmes, we would have done it by now. We just wanted to make you inquisitive. Do you have it?
John: Do I have what?
Shan: The treasure.
John: I don't know what you're talking about.
Me: The treasure? John, that's what the man who attacked me asked as well. What did you guys do without telling me?!
Shan: I would prefer to make certain. Everything in the West has its price...And the price for her life...Information.
Me: Why, because I'm fiancee, you think he's gonna ruin his case? Oh, you don't know him like I do.
Shan: And this woman with you? Who is she?
Me: Oh, Sarah? She is John's girlfriend, why ask?
Shan: After you, Mrs. Holmes, if your fiancee doesn't tell us where the treasure is, that one is going to die next, facing the same execution.
Me: Oh, the joy...

The painful feeling of a terrifying panic attack was starting to surge through my veins at an alarmingly fast pace as they made the crossbow's arrow directly in front of me.
I could suddenly see my life flashing before my eyes, and mixed feelings of hopeless, an incoherent praying and the sorrowful lyrics of the Italian Resistance Song were coming through my brain, as soon as Shan cut the bag open, making the sand fall faster and faster, each grain making my death come, quicker.

Shan: Where's the hairpin?
John: What?
Shen: The Empress pin valued at nine million sterling. We already had a buyer in the West; and then one of our people was greedy. He took it, brought it back to London and you, Mr Holmes, have been searching.
Me: The treasure, John...
John: Please. Please, listen to me. I'm not ... I'm not Sherlock Holmes. You have to believe me. I haven't found whatever it is you're looking for.
Shan: I need a volunteer from the audience!
John: No, please. Please.
Me: I volunteer as a tribute. Make me your newest Miss Everdeen, madame Trinket.
Shan: Ah, thank you, lady. Yes, you'll do very nicely.
Me: I will, won't I? Anyone works, as long as it's gonna make Sherlock talk, right?
Shan: That is correct. Ladies and gentlemen. From the distant moonlit shores of NW1, we present for your pleasure Sherlock Holmes' pretty companion in a death-defying act.
John: Please!

As Shan tried to plead for everyone's lives, trying to make the woman understand he wasn't actually Sherlock, she only ignored his words and put a black origami on my lap.

Me: Won't you teach me how to do origami? I've always wanted to learn how to make paper roses.
Shan: Maybe in another lifetime. You've seen the act before. How dull for you. You know how it ends.
John: I'm not Sherlock Holmes!
Shan: I don't believe you.
Me: Honestly, woman, if he were Sherlock Holmes, than I would be Lady of Winterfell! Does it look to you like I am?
Shan: Enough with this nonesense! I refuse to believe either of your words!
Sherlock: You should, you know.
Me: Took you long enough!
Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes is nothing at all like him.

Shan raises her pistol, cocks it and aims it towards him. He immediately dodges to the side of the tunnel, disappearing into the shadows, making one of Shan's thugs starts to hurry towards the end of the tunnel.

Me: Be careful...But hurry up already! This is not how I die!
Sherlock: How would you describe me, Raven? Resourceful? Dynamic? Enigmatic?
Me: *chuckles* A very late idiot. Or maybe a wizard, much like Gandalf.
Sherlock: That's a semi-automatic. If you fire it, the bullet will travel at over a thousand metres per second.
Shan: Well?
Me: You're a gang leader, but you don't know even that? If you miss, the bullet would just bounce around until it hits someone. That someone could be even you. Would you take that risk?! Honestly, who the hell would hire someone like you?!
Shan: Mr. Moriarty won't be given such insult!
Me: Oh, so Moriarty again~? I bet he has a crush on me by now, or else he wouldn't set off to kill me. Twice. Well, it was Sherlock he was after, but I seem to end up on the spotlight more often than him.

Sherlock bursts out of the darkness and runs to the nearby burning dustbin, kicking it over, then sooner than I could comprehend, Sherlock reappears just behind me, starting to untie my bonds. However, the other man runs over to him and loops a long red scarf around his throat a couple of times before he could react as I called out for him.
Sherlock cries out and stands up, tugging at the part of the scarf around his neck as the attacker pulls it tight.

Me: Damn it, Sherlock... I don't know what you're doing back there, but don't let me die, please. I promise to buy you a new scarf...Oh...Uhm...Nevermind, I guess I have no way to live now...Gorgeous...Tsk...

Smiling in hopelessness, I hang my head down and close my eyes, singing the lyrics to the Italian song in my head, making each and every fade away, until the sound of the arrow getting shot couldn't be drowned out.
I counted the seconds since the shooting, but instead of pain, I only heard the grunting of a male behind me.
The next thing I know, two warm hands are on my face, lifting my head up.

It was Sherlock.

Sherlock: It's all right now, Raven. You can open your eyes. They're gone.
Me: I think...I had my dose of adrenaline...For the next lifetime as well.
Sherlock: *amused breath* No, you didn't.
Me: *smiles weakly* Yeah...I didn't...Help me out of here, I think I got some serious rope burns. People will start to think I'm some kinky freak, as if Donovan wasn't enough of a bother.
Sherlock: People are always a bother, it's no surprise. Can you stand up?
Me: Can I? Possibly, I still have my legs intact. But will I? Possibly not, I'm still shaking like a leaf, I don't wanna fall on the ground or something...Like you did.
Sherlock: *nods* Then let's do it this way-

Before I could ask what he meant, I felt myself getting picked up and looking at him confused, he only gave a half-smile.

Sherlock: I ditched our date, I had to make it up to you somehow.
Me: Riiiight. Well then, I know a way you can make it up to me.
Sherlock: Hmm~?
Me: Promise me the next date isn't going to be this way. And maybe let's go for a hot chocolate.
Sherlock: Sounds like a fair deal.
Me: I feel bad for John though. He won't get another shot with Sarah.
Sherlock: Bold choice of words after what just happened.
Me: ...Oh. Dear Goddess Sekhmet, look what you make me do! Make terrible puns and sing the Italian Resistance Song just before I supposedly die! Very original!
Sherlock: *chuckles* It could be much worse.
Me: I guess you're right. But even so, I wonder when is Moriarty going to show his face to us. I'm so curious.
Sherlock: You almost got killed twice on my behalf, Raven. Be careful.
Me: Apparently, you're not the only interesting person around, dear Sherly. I seem to have charms of my own, too.
Sherlock: Perhaps you do.
Me: You're not denying it~.
Sherlock: Sound deduction.
Me: So...What are we going to do now...? If John and Sarah got targeted...I'm scared for Lea. I don't want Moriarty targeting her or using her as a bait.
Sherlock: He wouldn't.
Me: Wouldn't he? Why wouldn't he?
Sherlock: Because it's me he's after.
Me: That didn't stop me from getting caught in this mess...Twice. But I am me, Sherlock. I did it myself. I stayed around you and tried to solve your cases, or just help as much as I could. But Sarah? She just wanted to have a nice date with John, and here we were, almost executed by some ancient crossbow. Don't tell me innocent people won't get involved. Lea, Mrs. Hudson...Maybe even Molly, Jim or Greg-
Sherlock: Greg?
Me: Lestrade.
Sherlock: Oh, right. I won't let that happen. Moriarty wants me, and I am playing the game.
Me: *smirks* So am I.

Leaning my head on his shoulder, I close my eyes and mutter the Italian song that I love so much, till we got home, thanked Sherlock for the carrying me, then went to take a hot shower, drink some hot chocolate and relax with an RPG horror game on my PS Vita, I hear my phone buzz a few times and the sound of a text message echoed in my overly silent room.
Looking at it shocked since I never get texts outside of social media, I pause my game and look at the messages.
One was from a private number, while the other was from Jim.

"I hope you enjoyed our little game of Fan-Tan. Next time, let's make it less dangerous, and more fun. After all, I wouldn't want the little black bird to bring her own death before we get to meet and play The Game - M "

and

"Hello, Raven! Sorry for disturbing at this hour, but I needed some advice. I don't really have many friends, so if it's okay with you, can we meet up for a warm drink and walk through the park? Heard the weather's going to be lovely tomorrow at noon. - Jim from I.T. "

I took a screenshot of the lockscreen where both messages could be seen, and replied quickly to Jim with an affirmative answer, before I took out my laptop and started my hacking magic, trying to trace the mystery message from Moriarty.

Oh, Mr. Moriarty, I am more than eager to play this little game of Tag with you~.