The Game's Afoot

The brilliant Detective and the kind Doctor.
Don't we all know the story. We believe the story. We live the story.We can't imagine a world without the story of our heroes.
Without a brilliant Sherlock, without our heroic Watson.
We can't, can we?
Rather pathetic. Well, that's what the villains say.
Oh that's right. You forgot about them, didn't you? About Moriarty, and his unfortunate apprentice Sophia. Well, lucky you.
You get to hear the story again. Because, guess what? Some of us lived it. And we did whatever it took to stay alive, to be the greatest that the world has ever seen.
So don't say we're the villains because we're bad.
And don't say we're murderers because we kill.
Of course, don't get me wrong. Moriarty is a deranged psychopath. And me? Well, I don't exactly know. I don't kill (usually), I don't steal. I just survive. I do the things I need to do.
Because at the end of the day, who survived?
Me
So, lets tell the story of the survivor for once.
Not the heroes. And not the villains. Let's tell the story of the game. The game that no one remembers. The silent game in the gray area.
Let's tell that story.

The Game's Afoot

(𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞.)