Edgar Allan Poe
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You were minding your business, taking a nice, long nap in your coffin. A noise could be heard outside, but you couldn't care less. That was until your coffin lid was opened and a man peeked through.
"Forgive my intrusion, creature. You are far past due for your meeting with me."
Poe looked down at you. His bangs over his face hiding his expression, but you could tell he was displeased to see you.