Sherlock ][ Believer -

The "Believer" was what the London tabloids called the specter of a young woman seen drifting through the fog outside Holmes's window. She didn't haunt the streets; she watched the glass. While the rest of the world saw a cold, calculating machine, the apparition seemed to be waiting for a soul to wake up.

But then came the fourth night. The temperature in the sitting room plummeted. The fire in the hearth turned a sickly, chemical green. Holmes finally turned. Sherlock ][ Believer

"I do not believe in you," Holmes said, though his eyes were wide. The "Believer" was what the London tabloids called

She vanished. The room warmed instantly. On the floor, where she had stood, lay a single, very real scrap of paper. Holmes picked it up with trembling fingers. It wasn't a clue for a murder or a heist. It was a name and an address of a woman in East End whose son had gone missing—a case Holmes had dismissed as a "common runaway" only that morning. But then came the fourth night

For the first time in his life, Sherlock Holmes didn't need proof to know he was right. He simply believed.