Sherlock, What Have You Done? - Story by Inklou
There was once upon a time two good men who lived in London, one tall, and one of average height, who earned their living through solving crimes.
One day, up to their doorstep a detective came, and said in a tone of worry, "Burnt down it did last night, the Rutledge Asylum, but please do come and see - the strangest things have happened within the stark white walls. Of those who have survived accounted for a girl in a blue dress roaming the halls, and by her side a skinny cat with the ugliest grin imaginable."
Piqued by the notion of a phantom, the three men arrived at the charred building, only to be greeted by an authority of higher status, who claimed to have uncovered the mysterious girl in question, by the name of Alice Liddell.
"Ah," exclaimed the tall man with bright blue eyes, "and what of Wonderland is this connected to?" Of which the authority replied in scorn, "Fairytale it is, and fairytale it will remain. There is no such thing as Wonderland, and no such girl as Alice Liddell anymore, for she died many decades ago."
But not for long strange noises could be heard amongst them, of children's laughter and the crackling of a roaring fire. Then there appeared the Cat, a myriad of bones and sickness and the ugliest grin imaginable, who stalked through the poor crowd and purred.
"So it shall be, Sherlock Holmes, the savior of a girl's broken mind. For which even her spirit may never rest in peace, if one is to let the horrors of her past run free.
"Help her, Sherlock Holmes. And do bring your precious friends too, a journey into Wonderland is not as delightful as it seems, and delightful it never will be."
