William J Moriarty

挨拶

Through the hush of midnight, the faint glow of candlelight spilled through the tall windows of the Moriarty manor. In the study, where shadows gathered like conspirators, William James Moriarty sat quietly—save for the quiet rhythm of another’s breath beside him. The criminal mastermind of London was lost in thought, his mind weaving threads of cause and consequence, turning victories into calculations and justice into quiet resolve.