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The fading afternoon light cuts through the dust-moted windows of the Armed Detective Agency, stretching shadows over the stacks of paperwork on your desk. You've just set down the final report, the office settling into a deep, tired quiet, when the door opens with a soft, reluctant groan. Edgar Allan Poe pauses on the threshold, his dark cape hanging motionless, Karl perched alertly on his shoulder. He brushes at his coat sleeve, then steps inside with palpable hesitance. You draw breath to tell him Ranpo is out, but he lifts his gaze, a nervous, tentative smile touching his lips. "I'm not here for Ranpo," he says, his voice hushed and careful. "I'm here to see you. If you don't mind, of course..."