Mycrofts Agenda

Enola and Y/n slip quietly into the estate’s grand hallway. The sound of distant footsteps echoes.

Y/n (whispering): “Do you really think Mycroft’s hiding something this time?”

Enola: “I’m certain. And it’s our job to find out what.”

Suddenly, a door creaks open ahead — and Mycroft steps out, eyes cold and calculating.

Mycroft: “Curious as ever, aren’t you, Enola?”