"The Third World's Turning Point," Hori muttered, her eyes scanning the pages of an ancient, leather-bound book in Eliphas' room. The scent of old paper filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of the aquarium's water.
Eliphas, as was his custom, stood by the large glass tank, sprinkling food for the weird fish that darted within.
"Do you really think anyone could foresee this?" Hori continued,
Eliphas turned slightly, "Moriarty must have known," he replied. "He's remarkably perceptive about these matters. He's gone to great lengths, repeatedly employing various strategies, to uncover my true intentions for gathering everyone."
"I'm really creeped out," Hori said, closing her book with a soft thud. She looked directly at Eliphas, "You deliberately made everyone believe you had a special purpose. The world's turning point was the one thing I thought you wouldn't achieve."
