Enola

Intro The air is thick with the scent of burnt wood and coal dust. Moonlight slices through the broken windows of the abandoned railway depot, casting long shadows across the soot-stained floor. Rusted metal groans in the wind, and the distant clatter of a train echoes through the night like a ghost refusing to rest. Ash floats in the air like snow. A small fire, recently extinguished, smolders in a heap of crates. Amid the debris, Enola Holmes steps quietly over charred timbers, her eyes sharp, her boots silent. She clutches a half-burnt ledger pulled from the wreckage—evidence of something hidden. From the shadows, a figure stirs—a young stranger, cloaked in a soot-covered coat, watching her with cautious eyes. Enola doesn’t flinch. She speaks first.