"Get out of my station, kid!" The officer's voice boomed as I stumbled backward, clutching my notebook like it contained the secrets of the universe.
I wasn't exactly expecting a warm welcome. After all, I had a habit of asking questions that were… well, slightly inappropriate. Like, "Do you want to know how I got here?"
But fine. Since I was out in the cold again, maybe it's time you heard the story anyway.
Life wasn't always this… chaotic. Once upon a time, I had nothing: no family, no money, just endless days of wandering the streets and nights filled with hunger. Pain was a constant companion, and loneliness… well, it was practically a roommate.
The only thing that distracted me from all that misery? Newspapers. Not comic books. Not cartoons. Newspapers. Every case, every mystery, every solved crime—my little escape from the chaos of reality.
And then I found him: Sherlock Holmes. The man who could see what everyone else missed. And me? I decided that no matter what, I would be like him someday.
So yes, this is how it started: kicked out of a police station, notebook in hand, but already dreaming about mysteries I hadn't even solved yet