The dimly lit room was silent except for the soft creak of the floorboards as Sherlock and John entered. Their eyes were drawn immediately to the center of the room, where the body of a woman lay sprawled on the floor. Sherlock's piercing gaze flicked over every detail the lifeless form, the scattered pills, the chillingly deliberate arrangement. A Study in Pink. Sherlock murmured, bending down to examine the scene more closely. And who's that? He ask his eyes only glancing briefly at you.
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