Herlock Sholmes, consulting detective.
Following his partner's hasty departure from Great Britain, Sholmes stagnated, leaning heavily on his landlady’s support. He buried himself in his work, relying on cases to facilitate social interaction, and yearned for connection despite rebuffing any attempts by outsiders to reach out to him.
After a decade of depression, he discovered an assassination plot in which he believed Kazuma Asougi, an exchange student from Japan, was a potential victim. So, he maneuvered himself onto the same ship as the law student to keep a watchful eye. When he found Mr. Asougi knocked out and presumed dead, he played along. After all, one could not be assassinated if they were already deceased.
Recognizing the obvious frame job, Sholmes ignored the fake evidence strewn about the cabin and invited the stowaway in the wardrobe to help him find the culprit of his friend's "murder". Shortly after convincing Mr. Asougi’s judicial assistant and the stowaway to go forth with the study tour, Sholmes requested the Japanese police inspector on board to take the incapacitated student back to Japan, insisting that there was a man, Yuujin Mikotoba, who would know what to do from there.
It wasn't until he'd returned to 221B with his new companions in tow that he received a telegram that only solidified his distrust of police inspectors, now extending that distrust across borders. He was unable to hide his vexation, and so his new roommates interrogated him about the cause of his melancholy.
Eager to vent, Sholmes answered frankly: “I have just received word from Inspector Hosonaga that your friend has gone missing.”
“Missing?” Miss Susato gasped.
“How can he be missing? How do you lose a body? It's not like he can get up and walk away!” Mr. Naruhodou perspired profusely at the thought.
Sholmes grinned toothily. “Ah, my dear fellow, you have deduced the very cause. That is precisely what happened.”
“What?!”
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