The Great Game (Jim’s POV)
Actual events on that pool encounter.
Dammit wrong door
you want to shake hands with me in hell, i shall not disappoint you.
I’ve been tempted to place some spiders here and there, but they scare me so much I can’t even draw them (and/or look at references… orz )
This is magic.
I could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London unchallenged.
Jim? Jim from the hospital?