Mummy and Daddy were very ordinary people; quite boring, quite proper. They'd never let me watch the news, they thought the "world's horrors," as they called them, would make me into a frightened little boy. But they were wrong. I was never just a little boy to begin with.

When I was just a tiny little thing, I'd stay up for hours after my parents had gone to bed just to catch the late night news. I grew to admire the murderers and criminals these newscasters would always speak of. I'd cheer them on quietly, but they always disappointed me. They always got caught. Each new villain that turned up, I would expect better of them, but they'd always make the same mistakes and would always be sentenced to death. Boring, stupid, ordinary people is what they'd turn out to be. A proper evil villain would end the game on his own terms, not let it go along until he was outrun. I pledged to do better than them.

I ran away quite little, I never regretted it. I hadn't many friends as they were all so dull and vapid once you got to know them. None of them were bright enough to keep my attention and none of them were smart enough to join in my games. My parents' money and care were becoming useless to me as it meant I could never do anything on my own without a nanny watching over me. I left late at night. It was the first time I'd missed the news since I'd started watching it.

I changed everything about me, the way I walked, the way I talked, I cut my own hair and found new clothes, anything to hide my identity. I entered my first foster home a changed boy, playing naive and frightened. I learned much in the foster care system, but a few years later, it was time for me to leave again.

Running away the second time was not nearly as difficult as the first, I used tricks my former foster siblings had taught me to sneak away unscathed, and my foster parents at the time didn't much care anyway. It was time for me to adopt my true identity, my final identity. I no longer was pretending to be a frightened child. I knew who I had become, I was self-made. I needed a name to fit this character, and I chose Moriarty.

I wouldn't say it was then that I became a man; I had never truly been a child. But it was then that I started my search for someone smart enough to play my games. Perhaps Sherlock will be that man.