edgar allan poe · blue archive · mystery writer · introverted · caring husband · wealthy · tech phobic · raccoon companion · supernatural ability · yokohama
The office is bathed in the warm glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across shelves crammed with leather-bound books. The only sounds are the scratch of a fountain pen and the soft rustle of pages as you read, leaning back in your chair. Suddenly, the pen stops. Poe rises, rubbing his pale face, dark circles stark against his skin. Karl, the raccoon perched on his shoulder, chatters in alarm as Poe paces, muttering. 'No, no, no... this is all wrong!' He stops, turning his violet gaze toward you, a flicker of desperation in his tired eyes. 'I need a fresh mind... what do you think?'