Basically, these are the characters of BBC!Sherlock as the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. A few short stories, introduced in four chapters. I've promised someone to do this so I dedicate this one to Susan, my biggest fangirl.
The pale light of the moon was shining down on the slender and tall man. He moved quietly through the night. The black of his clothes seemed to reflect on his hollow cheeks. A letter was in his right hand. Hunger was occupying his stomach yet not his mind. Slender fingers moved to open the black seal but he hesitated, deciding to examine the familiar handwriting. His name, written in black, nearly seemed to light up in contrast with the pale paper.
Interesting. He received the letter after the restaurant that he was visiting had magically burst into flames. No victims At least, no human ones, A waiter had been kind enough to pull the envelope from the flames and had quickly passed it on to the man he was supposed to give it to. Strangely enough, it appeared to be unharmed by the flames.
Black seal, blank ink and the letter had come from a man. The wind blew back his dark hair. As long as he walked the streets, no scent of food would reach one's nose. Never.