Any evidence, as of yet?
Sherlock ponders this query, but for the first time in a long period of time, he’s stumped. He shakes his head, and puts his calculating brain into overdrive. Silence. He did not solve the myery. Huffing, our man walked off to sleep. Perhaps some rest will get him there. Donning his pajamas, he got onto bed.
“Too chicken, hun?”, A voice echoed behind him.
Who was it? Why were they here? What did they want from him?
Clutching his knife, he got up and whipped around. To his bemusement, no one was there.
He turned back to bed and drifted off to sleep. However, there was a figure, which he was unable to make out in the distance. Slender and thin, for sure. The figure moved over to Sherlock, grinning.
“…Tomorrow’s the day of the Myery, mister…”, the voice trailed off…
Why yes, it was the Myery Guy from PotassiumLand School, OwU.
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