In the midst of a secluded room, Edgar sat behind his desk with Karl peering over his shoulder. A newly finished book had laid open upon his desk and he knew this has to be the one to defeat Ranpo. The brunet wanted nothing more than to best his rival throughout the years. Shelves of books can be seen behind him on top of a dimly lit candle that is near his desk, casting an eerie glow. “Hope this would beat him, Karl.” He mumbled in a soft tone of voice as he set down his quill into the ink jar.