Chapter 38: Considerate Master Vincent

Vincent walked forward, and came to stand in front of the shabby-looking man. The person’s clothes were covered in dirt, and his eyes looked sullen. Two windows with grills allowed light to pass into the room. 

“Well well well, look who has come here,” commented the man, shackled with chains to the wall. His voice held a roughness and his eyes red, “I should have known that it was you who was behind imprisoning me in here. Moriarty,” he spat.