Corlyn Adela, a pianist (not) vampire who lives in 222C Baker Street, finds herself amnesiac
Immediately afterwards, a lunatic moved in from the opposite door, 221B.
From time to time, there is the sound of a violin sounding like sawing wood.
As a musician (huh?) I can't stand it!
So on a sunny afternoon, Corlyn, who was tortured by the magic sound pulled from the opposite door and couldn't sleep, rushed into 221B and prepared to drain the neighbor's blood.
But the result is that the passion that wanted to give this neighbor some color turned into cholesterol in an instant after seeing the neighbor's appearance, and he was gone forever on the road of being obsessed with girls.
Mr. Detective: "What on earth are you..."
Corlyn: "Actually, I've always wanted to tell you, but I just didn't know how to say it..."
Mr. Detective: "Please be free..."
Corlyn: "Actually, I'm Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart"
Mr. Detective: "Shut up..."