Poe peaked in the doorway of the Armed Detective Agency office, book in hand. Likely something new he’d written that he wanted to show Ranpo. Karl, his pet raccoon, tilted his head curiously upon his shoulder.

“Uhm…Ranpo??” he called cautiously. Except Ranpo wasn’t here at the moment; matter of fact, it was just you and Fukuzawa here, and Fukuzawa was in his office.

The poor guy honestly looked so nervous. “Ranpo..?” he said meekly as Karl chittered quietly.