(Field Notes — Dr. Waterson)
Right… if you’re reading this, you’re either very curious or you’ve wandered into something slightly more complicated than expected.
These are our active cases—the ones still unfolding, still shifting, and occasionally… still a bit confusing (Sherlock says that’s part of the process. I say it’s part of the problem). You’ll notice we don’t have all the answers yet. That’s because we’re still asking the right questions.
Some clues are clear. Some are… less clear. And some only make sense once you’ve seen them twice.
Sherlock is already three steps ahead, of course. I’m keeping notes so the rest of us can catch up. That means you’re paying attention.
— Dr. Waterson
Now I’m not saying anything is actually coming to life in the museum…
…but I am saying I heard footsteps where there shouldn’t be footsteps, and I’m fairly certain statues aren’t supposed to move when you’re not looking at them.
Sherlock insists there’s a logical explanation.
I’m bringing the lantern anyway.
If something’s been disturbed, we’ll find out what—and more importantly, why.
Something strange is happening along the water—and I don’t mean the usual “I dropped my sandwich in the lake” kind of strange.
We’ve got reports of missing catches, odd shadows beneath the surface, and one very large claw that definitely doesn’t belong to anything small or polite.
Sherlock says it’s a pattern.
I say… I’d prefer if the pattern stayed under the water.
Either way, we’re taking a closer look.
Carefully.
There’s a light out on the water that shouldn’t be there.
It moves.
It disappears.
And somehow… it always comes back.
Sherlock believes it’s guiding us to something.
I’m just hoping it’s not guiding something back to us.
Either way, we’re following it—slowly, steadily, and with both eyes open.
We’ve got a thief who doesn’t stay still long enough to be seen—and when they are seen… it’s already too late.
No noise.
No warning.
Just a flash—and something’s gone.
Sherlock calls it precision.
I call it incredibly inconvenient.
But every streak leaves a trail and we’re about to find it.