'Les vrais paradis sont les paradis qu'on a perdus.' 'I don't understand,what does it mean.' He sighed. 'You'll never understand.'
Sherlock Holmes is famous for his work, he's loved by many but he can never love them in return. It was easy enough, one rule is easy to follow. Emotions? Care? Love? Passion even? They were all a plague to him; a sea of frivolous defects.
However, in a seemingly fortunate turn of events he meets John Watson. A young man filled with fear but also with drive and perseverance. A meeting of coincidence, surely...or is something darker afoot?