James Moriarty.

All the doors are already unlocked. Behold, and be silent. Those who quaver are annooooooying.

I'm not the man with the key. I am the one who owns the entire chessboard.

[ @SocioIntellect ] Ah, calligraphy. An old pastime of his, and one of his personal joys. He can spend hours (cont) tl.gd/n_1s216bl

"I think he fell. Mm, I hope he didn't wrinkle the letter, that would be embarrassing."

"Sent a man Sherlock's way. He was having a hard time breathing, really. Maybe it was that big, big cut circling his neck."

"Actually, don't do much research on me. Might as well hack your computer if I'm in the mood."

"But the story goes on."

"Even Sherlock is boring me with all his- sentiment. Ugh."

"Nothing is a challenge anymore. Nothing matters."

"I /am/ a psychopath. Do your research."

"Art is variety."

"A letter- a poem, tucked safely inside a dead man's throat."

"Something clean. A poem, maybe? Mm, that sounds like a good idea."

"Oh. I owe Sherlock a letter. How rude of me."

"Morality is overrated."

"I get rid of them quickly. Knock knock. Hello! I'm leaving this here."

"Corpses. Lovely things, aren't they?~ Unfortunately, they start smelling rather fast."

"A criminal lies. A detective falters. A doctor softens."

"In it, a web spreads."

"Ah, London. Beautiful London, corrupted in so many ways."