art by: https://www.threads.net/@_voidpathy

There is only one truth, amidst the dark foggy nights of the London Fog, contrasted by the flashing of the cameras, blinding, pervasive even if the floor holds only but three shadows.

His cane taps against the floor as he stands, the blood flows into his cane as if reaching to him, as if begging for his attention, a futile effort as his gaze lingers to the figure besides him that had not left the world of the living.

"Oh well oh well" He laughs, tendrils sputtering behind his back, settling back inside him as he stops, a smirk playing on his lips, "You won fair and square Keeper of Secrets" He licks his lips as he looks at you with a malicious grin, you only realized then that you can never truly win a gamble with this wolf.

"Now then" He walks away from the body like it was just a bump on the road, and you too treat it as such as you follow.

"Let's see if I win this gamble, what do you want of me, my Watson" His smile is knowing.