Baker Street

“One day, you will wake up in need of help that only an odd man, in a tucked away office, on a quiet street, will be able to offer. As you pass through the large wooden door, you are met with the sight of a very full room. A large desk sits at the center of the clutter, upon it, is a crystal glass of bourbon, a small paper weight made of sandalwood, and lingering in the air is the faint smell of a freshly smoked pipe. As your eyes adjust, you see a man sitting in a large armchair staring at you with anticipation…”