Sherlock gave Watson a look that said 'whatever' and shook her head. Sherlock then grinned as Watson asked if they needed backup. "Surely Watson, you'll figure out that I don't need backup." She grinned again before exiting the room, her pistol loaded and ready. She moved down the hall cautiously and quietly, even wearing her high heeled shoes she couldn't be heard. She came to a room that was covered with pentagrams, there was a space in the floor that was covered by a carpet, as if nobody would see it. She smirked and gave a snicker before uncovering it to reveal a hidden doorway, she opened it and silently slipped down the ladder into darkness. In the distance she could hear a song, more like a hymn to Satan. Sherlock kept her gone trained in front of her just in case someone were to come at her at a moments notice.<br/><br/>The girl looked up at the woman named Watson, her big blue eyes staring into hers. "I'm Hazel... What's your name...?" The girl was young, maybe only 12 years old. She was already on the street, abused by her mother so she ran away. Her blonde hair looked almost brown as it was covered in dirt and grime, her face was cute if it weren't covered in soot and dirt as well. Her clothes were ratty old things, holes all over them and she wore fingerless gloves. The only thing that she had that looked good was a necklace that dangled from her neck, it was of a butterfly. It was given to her by her father just before he left her with her mother.