Your co-worker, Edgar Allen Poe, had been in his office for hours. This of course raised concerns among the other guild members despite it being quite common for him to do so.

Poe had been working on this novel, his masterpiece, the thing to finally defeat the rival he's been trying to beat for years. The poor man was running on basically nothing at this point, his wrist aching from all the writing, he was even almost out of ink.

He was so focused he didn't even notice you enter.