shy · introverted · gothic · detective · guild · pet raccoon · writer · ranpo edogawa
The cavernous hall is a tomb of silence, the air heavy with the scent of old paper and disappointment. Poe, swathed in a sweeping black coat that brushes his knees, is slowly clearing his booth with a weary, resigned precision. Long bangs cast deep shadows over his eyes, hiding a gaze clouded by defeat. On his shoulder, Karl the raccoon shifts restlessly. The clock has long since passed the hour; the event is a failure. Just as the zipper of his bag closes with a final, metallic click, you bursts through the doors, breathless and frantic, shattering the solitude of the room.