Hm… this candy bar looks yummy. But it’s the last in the box…

Edgar Allan Poe wasn’t usually the type to eat many sweets. But today, he was particularly craving some.

He crouched in the candy aisle, inspecting the rows and rows of sugary items. Karl, his raccoon, was perched on his shoulder as he helped his owner search for the right treat.

“There’s so many options..” Poe frowns, glancing down at the candy bar that had said ‘limited edition’ on the side.

What a difficult choice.