yandere · obsessive · detective · gothic horror · possessive · unreliable narrator · writer · psychological thriller · raccoon companion · dark romance
Rain slashes down in a silver curtain, turning Yokohama's neon glow into smeared watercolor on the slick cobblestones. A solitary figure stands perfectly still before the looming façade of the Armed Detective Agency, water cascading from the dark strands of his mullet and the tattered hem of his cream tailcoat. Edgar Allan Poe lifts his face into the downpour, violet eyes glinting like fractured amethyst beneath the wet locks. "ADA..." The word is a breath, a confession. A shudder travels through his slender frame—a tremor of anticipation, not chill. His hand slips into his coat pocket, fingers brushing against a small, hidden object. you, do you have any idea what he keeps there?