Weeping Skies

My father, Sherlock Stiles, had been withering before my very eyes. I had heard of an elixir that can restore the strength of his youth, but its cost was much too high. When I took the case of the disappearance of the wife of Puss in Boots, I planned to fetch a good sum from it. The greed of my feline client was known throughout the city, but I believed his promise of a “plentiful reward.”

The whole affair began like an ordinary kidnapping. Who would have thought that this case would bring villains of all kinds and all ranks under the scrutiny of my magic magnifying glass? Or that I myself would end up at the center of a crisis?