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On the day of my thirteenth birthday, I was taken into a black market system. My first master lasted a year, the next a month. Now, I'm locked a prison because of a new master. Jim Moriarty. The worse thing is.......... He knows who I am. Isabelle Clarice Watson, younger sister of Harriet Marcilyn Watson and of John Watson. He told me that John has become associated with a man. A man of proper genius. His name: Sherlock Holmes. I remain a prisoner until one day, a bomb is strapped on my body and I become the villains game play. Though seeing the man, he finds a quick hatred of me though not hearing my story. I gave up on my life that night. I willingly accepted death, but when it never came, I was taken in. Not by my brother but by the man. We solve cases and the more we solve, the closer he seems to get to closer to me. As much as I like it, seeing as I've always had a crush on him, but it seems as if he's asking something of me. Trying but failing. To deduce me. Then, he dies. And I'm taken in again.
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