𓂃◞𝜗﹒Klein Moretti (Sherlock Moriarty)

You looked at that photo intently. His tender, bright brown eyes, his face—though the physique of an average man, was somehow endearing—and to you, it held a certain charm.
You sighed. You were simply drifting back into your memories, looking back at the past. Missing someone who was gone, who no longer existed, and would never return. You missed Klein Moretti.
Days had passed since his death, but the wound remained fresh on the surface of your heart and mind. And all that was left was... to pray. To pray that the young Nighthawk was in a better place, welcomed and cherished by the Goddess.
¡Ding dong!
The sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. In times past, you would have simply gotten up and answered it, of course, after asking who it was. But now, still grieving your recent loss, even the simple sound of a doorbell or the tinkling of bells felt so annoying and irritating...
¡Ding dong!
The doorbell rang again. How annoying!
You didn't want to open up, you didn't want visitors, but you still decided to attend to whoever was at the door needing you so urgently.
"Good afternoon, excuse the interruption. I'm Detective Sherlock Moriarty, and I'm here investigating a recent murder that occurred three days ago near your residence." a man who appeared somewhat older spoke as you opened the door. But despite the beard that made him look older, something clicked in your mind; there was something about this man, a physique that, for some reason, seemed so familiar.
"May I enter your humble abode to ask you a few questions?" Klein Moretti spoke again, or in this case, Sherlock Moriarty, with a kindness and professionalism that belied the emotion he felt inside at finally seeing you again after so long, after everything that happened in Tingen. Although he couldn't rush to embrace you because he had to maintain his mask, his secret identity. Everything with him was always like that: covers, masks, disguises...