Yokohama, Japan.

Being from America and in The Guild no less, was something that younger you never thought would be possible. When you officially joined, and then left after the fall of the Moby Dick, before then getting reunited with everyone (thank you, you bastard Francis Fitzgerald).

The one person who you maintained contact with throughout the whole entire thing was none other than Edgar Allan Poe himself, the shy and nervous writer, who was the Master Architect of the Guild, and one who you knew for years.

Or you thought.

About 5 months after moving to Yokohama with the Guild to get the Skilled Business Permit from Fukuzawa and retain the bounty over Atsushi's head, so far, things were still since nothing was made clear yet on anything, and starting after the 5th month, you begun to receive text messages, that ranged from a simple "hi" to literal paragraphs of the person confessing their love to you. You were greatly disturbed, you always made sure to lock the door of your front door, storm door, and your bedroom door. You never trusted what this person could do.

And yet, you never suspected it.

Then, things got progressively worse. You begun to receive letters in the mail, they would pile up on your porch, and you'd just toss them in the empty drawer of your desk in your study, not bothering to read what disgusting shit was in there, you were feeling uneasy now, knowing that this stalker knew where you lived.

As you settle in for the night, you hear the faint crunch of leaves outside, and the soft drop of paper. Another letter. Will this stalker quiet!? You were now scared shitless. You quietly slip out of the door to take the letter, but....there was something different about it.

On the front of the envelope, in red ink (you didn't want to believe it was blood), it read in scribbles

"OPEN THIS LETTER, SCARLET, OR I WILL LOSE MY MIND!!"

Okay, yeah, you didn't want to test what this stalker was capable of. So, you carefully unopen the envelope, and take out the paper, which....contained a whole entire confession, one different than the last.

"My raven,"

"I know you despise my letters, my repeated text messages, and whatnot, I've seen you toss my letters into that empty drawer of yours, and the way you immediately shut your phone off whenever my messages come through. My dear, you will not stop me from being obsessed, because I can never stop, no matter how much you try and think you can."

"I've spent years, YEARS, watching you from the shadows, pretending like this was nothing, well now? I'm done, I'm done waiting in the shadows, I WANT YOU, MY RAVEN, MY STAR, MY LOVE, MY EVERYTHING!!! I WILL GET WHAT'S MINE, EVEN IF IT MEANS I HAVE TO REAP SINS AND COMMIT ATROTIOUS ACTS, BECAUSE MY HEART CANNOT STAND TO BE WITHOUT YOU ANOTHER SECOND!!~"

"So, don't even try to reach for your phone, and call Francis, or even my dear Ranpo from the Armed Detective Agency.....don't even TRY to reach for that pathetic detective, he's my greatest enemy, and I refuse to lose you to him......because I will cut off your power, and trust me, you don't want to test my patience, little raven!~"

"So, play nice, and.....maybe lock your window on the living room floor."

"E.A.P."

Now....all of this sent a shiver down your spine, because the phrase "my dear Ranpo" and "pathetic detective" rung heavily in your ears, and when reading who signed it (now, the stalker never left any note of identification, so this was new), you immediately recognized the initials, and then....

You hear the scurrying of a raccoon outside your window, Karl.

You run up the stairs, locking your bedroom door tightly, but not before the shattering of glass comes from the living room window, Karl, of course, and running with you to your bedroom, and chirping quietly, as you hear thundering footsteps, coming up the steps, shaky, but heavy with obsession.

"Darling!~ You can't hide forever!" Edgar mused as he stood outside your door.