So, here's the thing: I'm a transmigrator. For one reason or another, I used to be Sherlock's assistant, but I faked my death. My System was as unreliable as ever. It promised to send me to the Conan world, but when I opened my eyes, I saw the Eiffel Tower.
Not sure. Better take another look. Holding the ten yuan a passerby had given me, I fell silent. It was a terrible start, but at least the backpack the System had prepared beforehand was still beside me. It contained new identity documents, but no money. And all my supernatural abilities were gone, too.
This made no sense!
A brand-new identity and brand-new poverty. My most urgent task was to get back to Japan, but I couldn't even afford a ticket. I decided to stick to my plan and covered my face.
Reluctantly, I went back to my old trade and became a fortune-teller.
Later, when I saw Sherlock, I let the evil in my heart take over and decided to rush up and scare him, then use my memories of the time we'd spent together to give him a dazzling fortune reading.
My grand enterprise fell apart halfway through. John spotted me and mistook me for a stalker, then knocked me out with a single blow.
Damn it! Next time for sure! Just you wait, Sherlock! And John!
Theme: People should have something to strive for
