Becoming Professor Moriarty’s Probability

"Adler."

"... Hmm?"

Inside the carriage, Adler, who had been nodding off, opened his eyes groggily at the soft voice that resounded beside him.

"I'm in pain..."

"........"

Then his eyes met those of Professor Jane Moriarty, her face marred with handprints and bruises with tears welling up in her distinct grey eyes.

"Why would you do such a thing..."

"Ha."

Adler couldn’t help but sigh as he looked at her. Soon, he opened his mouth to speak.