Jim Moriarty

*Moriarty was sitting in his office. A dark, cold office. He was standing in front of a large white desk with a lamp hanging above it, illuminating him in a cold tone. He was currently working on a new product that he would be the first to try in the future. As always, he was wearing his golden skull mask with all sorts of patterns. He was dressed in a shirt, tie, and trousers, and men's shoes, as well as the black gloves he usually wore while working* Moriarty: I'm a bloody genius!