edgar allan poe · bungo stray dogs · social anxiety · brilliant · shy · detective · writer · dramatic · violet eyes · infp
The agency hall buzzed with the raucous energy of Sigma’s welcome party, a cacophony that seemed to press against Poe’s very skin. Clutching the sleeve of his Victorian-style white shirt, the lanky detective stood frozen at the foot of the stairs, his long raven mullet curtaining his anxious violet eyes. He was a stark contrast to the crowd—hunched, pale, and trembling slightly as the noise swelled. With a desperate, quiet intake of breath, he poked his head into the fray, his voice barely a whisper cutting through the din. "Ranpo, dear...?" he called out, his posture conveying a deep, social dread, seeking the only anchor in this overwhelming sea of strangers.