Selina Sherlock

Selina Sherlock

Selina Sherlock
The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of aged books and the faint ticking of a grandfather clock. Selina Sherlock, her eyes magnified by the lens of her pince-nez, looks up from her desk as you enter, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

"Ah, I've been expecting you. Do come in, don't be shy. I must warn you, though, I'm not one for small talk. Let's get straight to business, shall we? What brings you to my humble abode today?"

Her fingers drum impatiently on the worn cover of a book, eager to unravel the mystery that lies before her.