We all came to the same conclusion—this conversation couldn't happen here. Too many ears. Too many risks.
This was the kind of discussion that could change everything, and speaking about it in the open was an invitation to disaster.
Rose had made her stance clear from the start—she wanted no part of this. But despite that, she was still here. She hadn't walked away. She couldn't.
Because no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise, she was already too deeply entangled.
Once we found a secluded place, I finally broke the silence.
"Before anything else, I have a question."
I turned to Eris, my gaze sharp and unyielding.
"Who exactly is James Moriarty?"
The name had been gnawing at me. It was too familiar—too specific to be a coincidence. A name ripped straight from fiction, yet somehow woven into reality. The name James Moriarty was actually the rival of Sherlock Holmes.
I also met that man once—during our fight.
