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Look, I don't know how the freaking hell I got here. I was just walking and.....well, the actual problem here is that the characters have KILLER FACES. Okay, maybe it is a bit rude to call them 'characters'. Another problem, a Twenty First centaury girl in the Nineteenth centaury? How am I supposed to survive in this hell?! But the major problem here is, how am I supposed to stay calm when I am surrounded by 'geniuses' who can read like-like I am some sort of MAGAZINE?! OH! I just hope I can return home....... I will be able to return, right.....? *A Moriarty the Patriot Fanfiction* *Disclaimer*: Moriarty the Patriot rightfully belongs to Ryosuke Takeuchi and Hikaru Miyoshi. The only thing I own here are the OCs and the fanfic storyline.
Chapter 1: Where am I...?
