Trigger warning: substance & drug abuse, suicide, murder- blood, swearing, ect. Synopsis: The head of James Moriarty was a safe place for nobody. Especially not James himself. It was a place where Revolution 9 by The Beatles played on a loop and on the rare occasion- a cheesy millennial pop song would be played in efforts to drone it out- if he couldn't find any other distraction. It was a place where nightmares were buried and homicidal thoughts were hidden away, where the darkest memories reside and where he himself was desperate to avoid. How he'd managed to keep all of those horrid things to himself all the years prior to becoming the 'consulting criminal' was a mystery to him, and probably everyone else too- but the secret was that he was still holding back on so much, and after faking his death, losing his network, most of his men being in jail or dead- he had nothing to lose anymore- nothing to hold back on, no reason to be careful- and that meant only bad things for anyone who crossed his path, anyone who got in his way. Sebastian Moran- Jim's closest friend, was caught by Holmes; he was put into the most secure prison in England- Belmarsh- anyone who was anyone knew that once you'd entered that place, there was no escape, unless you were good buddies with someone like Mycroft Holmes. He didn't care much about that though; he'd burn that bridge when it came, if he lived to see it. The only reason he had resurfaced was also the only reason he found himself in the flat of Sherlock Holmes; revenge. And he was willing to stoop to extreme levels just to get it.