The day started off pretty normal; me reading a book I just recently picked and my friend doing some sort of chemistry experiment which there came a soft knock at our door, at 221B.
"Come in," Sherlock said. In walked the most beautiful young woman I have ever laid my eyes on. It was hard to guess her age, but she had a stunning figure and eyes that could kill.
"What can I help you with miss?" Sherlock questioned. "Monsieur, I need help. I fear that I may be in a predicament. My birthday was just the other day and now I fear my life."
"What's the trouble?" Sherlock now facing the lady.
"I think I'm going to be attacked."
"By whom? When? Why?" I ask standing up.
"By my soon to be fiancé. He's been acting weird lately. Always going out, drinking, and I think he carries a gun and knife now. I'm very scared for my life."
"Well Mademoiselle, you should have no worries. Seeing as you too carry a knife."
"That's... Wait how did you know?"
"The shape is easy to see against your hip but have no worries. I'll look into it." So Sherlock got up and looked in his index.
My friend returned later with answers. "It seems the fiancé is part of a cult. A false one. She has nothing to worry about."
"But surely there's more."
"Yes actually. She's part of it too. She has no clue he's part of the same thing."
"Well that complicates matters."
"Yes. The 'Don't Trust Anyone' cult. Hahahahahaha. So now we can return to what we were doing."
Interesting my friend Sherlock is not part of that cult.
