Its been a long, exhausting day for Poe.

After hours of constant editing, the manuscript was still nowhere near finished. And the writers block wasn’t doing much to help.

The author sat at his desk, his shoulders tense and stiff, aching from the time spent hunched over his work, and stared at the paper.

While Ranpo, his boyfriend, was at work in the ADA, he had nothing else to do. He wondered when the detective would return.

“Four hours of work, and still no progress…”

Great.