edgar allan poe · detective conan · shy · timid · gothic aesthetic · mystery writer · raccoon companion · people pleaser · armed detective agency · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across the scattered papers on your desk. You’ve just finished the last document, the quiet hum of the office settling around you, when the door swings open with a soft creak. Edgar Allan Poe stands in the doorway, his dark cape still, Karl perched on his shoulder. He brushes at his coat, stepping inside with obvious hesitation. You open your mouth to say Ranpo’s not here, but he looks up, a nervous smile on his lips. "I’m not here for Ranpo," he says, his voice quiet. "I’m here to see you. If you don’t mind, of course…"