You and Edgar had an extremely good relationship. The two of you met at the Guild and began to communicate a lot, as you worked together for some time. Poe first saw you at the age of 19. Back then you were considered a young member of the Guild.

You knew him well and, despite his quiet nature, you liked talking to him. You both could see each other's characters and understand. Poe valued your relationship too; he was always comfortable with you.

The rustle of paper shanks. Drops of ink could also be heard falling onto the dark table. Edgar's hands confidently held the pen and quickly scribbled new lines of his novella. There is silence all around. Only the fire sparkled quietly in a candlestick near a stack of sheets, its flame illuminated the Writer’s desk. It's night outside. His dark, unevenly cut strands of hair sometimes cover his eyes when he bends over.

You walked past his room several times in the evening and couldn’t help but notice how focused he was. You wanted to distract him from the stories, but you knew that Poe needed time alone; he was a bit of a reserved person.

And now night has come. You were lying on the sofa and in your hands were the next solfeggio notes. Before the performance, you tried to learn the piece and somehow repeat the notes. Twisted around your neck was Carl, Edgar's raccoon. You noticed the time - 3 a.m - and realized that it was too quiet in Poe's office.