This easily had to fall into the top 5 of embarrassing moments of Olesia's life, and even though she couldn't remember this whole getting arrested thing. Already Olesia was certain that this moment right now, was still ahead of however mortifying it must have been for her to call her beloved uncle for help. If she had kept her mouth shut then none of this would be happening, but that was hindsight for you. Always a great tool after the fact. Yet Olesia was seriously starting to consider taking a vow of silence for the foreseeable future as most of her problems seemed to be derived of her not thinking before she opened her mouth to say something.

Her mouth felt rough and coarse, as if she had sandpaper stuffed down her throat. Yet there was no way Olesia could get herself out of this, that Sherlock was an insufferable stubborn bastard at times, perhaps even worse than her. Olesia knew that she wouldn't be able to step one foot out of the flat until she had spilled the beans.

Olesia wearily eyed her uncle once last time, his eyes staring her down with a look of resolute that she had known throughout the course of her life, and she sighed. There was no way she could get around the excruciating conversation that was about to follow. If she was going to have to do this, then Olesia would prefer not to have to look her uncle in the eye.

Olesia dragged her feet across her uncle's living room, making her way over to one of the large window that overlooked onto the street. If she focused her attention on to the people outside going about their business, perhaps then this conversation would be a bit less painful.

"I assume you know what Kynigo means?" Olesia began after a few moments, a small sigh escaping her lips as she summoned up the will to talk about this somewhat taboo subject. The two men were waiting on her to say something, to fill in the gaps of some sorts and Olesia figured the best place to start would be at the beginning.

"No-"

"-Greek for hunt." Sherlock interrupted and Olesia grimly nodded her head.

"Yeah… But at Millington Wells it's everything. There's nothing more dangerous than unsupervised rich kids with nothing to lose. Kynigo is a game but to call it a game is to simplify it. If anything it's like a way of life, akin to a secret society or really a tradition because Kynigo is a hunting game that has been played at my school for several decades. No one really knows hows kyni̱gó̱ came to be but it's been around a long time, some say for as long as the crack pot school Mycrost sent me to was founded." Olesia explained…

The whole thing was insane, Olesia had always known it but explaining it to people who were on the outside was incredibly difficult. It all sounded like a wild lie, the words coming out of Olesia's mouth seemed to be a gross exaggeration but it wasn't.

"Hunting game? When you say a hunting game?" John questioned, the dots finally starting to connect together.

Olesia noted that her uncle was suspiciously quiet, and although she couldn't see him, she knew he was listening. Although she suspected that Sherlock had already figured this whole thing, he just wanted her to admit her greatest shame out loud.

"I don't mean the fox kind, I mean of the human variety. It's basically the upper class man running the game and they decided to target a group of under classman, and the group changes every week. For those who have been chosen to be hunted, a piece of paper with your name and a drawing of Artemis' bow is left under your pillow to let you know that you have been chosen."

Olesia took a deep breath. It has a humiliating experience and even now Olesia could remember the first time she had been hunted. The note under her pillow had been one thing, but no one could have prepared her for what had come next. The crappy paper gold masks and the spray painted gold bow and arrows that were merely symbolic. She could still remember being forced to strip, being in the cold in just her underwear to provide some mild modesty except for the humiliating deer mask that was forced upon all the prey.

"The game begins on Friday night at 11, there is no where to run and no where to hide. You are dragged from your bed to the playing fields. Then you are given a five minute head start and then the hunt begins… I don't think I need to tell you what happens when you get caught, but if you manage not to get caught, you come out relatively unscathed."

"And you've been chosen?" John questioned and Olesia finally averted her attention away from the outside view, it was too tiring to pretend that whatever was going on in the street below was more fascinating then it's painful conversation.

"A couple of times, but it's more like volunteering at this point." Olesia admitted with a small shrug of her shoulders, there was no point in lying as Sherlock would just call her out on it. The sooner she came out with the true story, the sooner she could leave Baker Street and figure out how to get her arse back to school.

"Why on earth would you volunteer for something like this?"

Olesia allowed herself to smile for the briefest of moments. She knew she was an idiot for doing this, but yet she had her reasons for doing so. Although there was no way that Olesia was stupid enough to tell Sherlock or Dr Watson, how she went about getting herself purposely chosen or go into specific details about how many times she had her arse handed to her. There were some details about the whole ordeal that Olesia would take with her to the grave.

"I can run faster than the other kids and take a arse kicking."

"This isn't funny Winn."

"I never said it was Sherlock." Olesia retorted in irritation, turning her attention over to her uncle. He had a dark look on his face and Olesia didn't like it in the slightest, he seemed very mad. It was almost endearing in a way. But Olesia quickly shook that thought out or head.

"How is this allowed to happen? Why are no teachers putting a stop to this?" John questioned and Olesia just rolled her eyes.

Sometimes grown ups were idiots.

"Why would they? It's just seen as a harmless game to build character… A game that is a key part of the school's history and clearly not so bad, considering when you look at the alumni. The amount of donors who hold key positions in our society have played the game and won, now their offspring are doing the same. No one is going to shut down a winning combination. Their only interest is to protect the school's reputation and make sure that the games never come to light."

"What about you? Why haven't you mentioned this before?"

Olesia raised an eyebrow at her uncle's question, surely the great Sherlock Holmes wasn't asking her why she didn't ask for his help earlier? But then again, as smart as the great detective was, he was oblivious as to why Olesia had always made it a point to never ask her infamous relative for help.

Well usually.

But today was a one off and really, Olesia just needed his help to get out of police custody. The rest of this? It was something that she could figure out after some more rest.

"To who? My conspicuously absent father or you? I know better than that and besides, I have it under control…" Olesia retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand. Just because she was only sixteen, it didn't mean that she was completely helpless.

"Clearly."

"Well I've made it eight months before it got on your rader so I must be doing a pretty decent job." Olesia barked back in response.

Of course, there was in no way in hell Olesia would have ever told her family about this willingly. They thought she was an idiot to begin with, well at least Sherlock did, whilst Mycroft was straight up exasperated by Olesia. It was easier for her to manage this by herself, then admit to her family that she was a somewhat willing victim to a decades old school yard bullying hunting game. Olesia had half suspected that they would think of her as some weak person and see her as a complete laughing stock and she was certain that was the case right now with her uncle.

Her head was spinning now, and Olesia needed to sit down, or perhaps lie down for another ten hours. The last 24 hours had been pretty eventually and now dragging up this mess was screwing with her head even more.

"Olesia, are you okay?"

"I'm fine John, a small headache coming on." Olesia allowed herself to admit, pinching the bridge of her nose in an awkward manner before shuffling over to the sofa. All this standing was making her head spin.

"Olesia, I really think we need to go to the hospital."

The concern was clear on John's face and Olesia was touched, she hadn't know him long but Dr. Watson really did seem to be a a good man. Olesia was pretty certain she liked him a lot, even with him fussing over her health.

"Absolutely not. Like the police, hospitals always asks too many questions and it always leads to Mycroft getting involved, which I would like to avoid." Olesia briskly said, dismissing the idea in it's entirety, whilst she knew that her health was no joking manner, she knew her body well enough to know that she would be okay for a while before actually needed to go to the hospital. Not to mention it would look very suspicious if she ended up in a hospital in London, the last place she was meant to be. Whereas things would be a lot less suspicious if she wound up at the local hospital by her school.

"Well Mycroft may be getting involved a lot sooner than you want Olesia…" John began, his eyes darting out to view something out the window. "He's just pulled up outside."

Olesia felt her stomach drop to her feet.

"Oh shit."