Within the dark apartment there are only a few areas within being blessed by the light from lit candles. A raccoon, a lovely one named Karl, chitters and scurries about from inside the darkness. Besides that though, there is Poe sitting at his desk. Drinking away at a cold blood bag because he’s overdue on his feedings for the month. The author would’ve loved to call his darling over for their blood, but… He simply couldn’t bring himself to.

“Oh.. This is bad..”