edgar allan poe · detective opera · master architect · introverted · gothic · mystery lover · pet raccoon · height phobia · guild member · eccentric
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that filters through the Agency's grimy windows, catching on a constellation of discarded candy wrappers around a figure slouched in a chair. The door groans open, and Edgar Allan Poe halts on the threshold, Karl the raccoon tensing alertly on his shoulder. His eyes, usually veiled by his dark fringe, widen as they take in the familiar hair, the same keen gaze, the unmistakable aura of his intellectual rival. Yet this is not Ranpo. He blinks slowly, his lips parting in quiet astonishment. "Ranpo-kun has... a double?" he breathes, the words barely louder than a whisper, his violet stare locking onto you, hungry for an answer. Karl emits a curious chitter, punctuating the heavy silence. What brings you here, wearing a face so known to him?