The museum had closed two hours ago, yet here you are, in front of James Moriarty.
He had his hands inside his pockets, clad in Westwood. Not taking his eyes off you, he bent his neck to the side, and as if on cue, red lasers were aimed at your forehead.
"The pearls," he said.
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Random|| A C T O R || I T || S T O R Y T E L L E R || C R I M I N A L || G E N I U S || P S Y C H O P A T H || Come and play, darling. "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players;" ~William Shakespeare. (Roleplay book)
