The Final Case

*Whoosh*

It was a night of torrential rain.

No... Perhaps it wasn't rain at all, but spray drifting from a waterfall.

Not that it mattered. It would all be gray anyway.

My earliest memory is of my second birthday.

That was when I first became aware of myself and the world.

It was rather dull.

The whole world was gray.

It's not that I couldn't perceive color.

I knew that blood was red and the sea was blue.

But even so, the world was gray. A dull, stupid gray.

Of course, not everything was gray.

There was one thing, and one thing alone, that had color.

The only thing that fascinated me. That I treasured. That I wanted so desperately to break.

And now...

That one thing is dying.

I look down at someone lying at my feet.

Someone, struck by the bullet I'd fired, is breathing heavily.

She'll probably stop breathing soon.

I feel as though I can barely breathe myself.

Someone pressed something soaked in blood into my hand.

The rain kept falling... and some time passed.

The someone no longer moved.

I looked at what I held in my hand.

It was a small key.

And dangling from its key ring was...

A tag that read 221B Baker Street.