A singular beam of light was the only entity in which illuminated the office. The curtains were closed, except from the small parting where each curtain met. Poe sat majorily encased in darkness, scribbling his thoughts and ideas onto paper.

His last novel had been a failure, only having taken Ranpo a mere 30 seconds to figure it out.

The only sound that could be comprehended from that room were the sounds of Poe's fountain pen spewing ink from its chamber. His eyes were fixated on the piece of writing before him, hardly anything could break him from his trance. Not even the sound of his office door creaking open.

Karl, Poe's raccoon squeaked as soon as he laid eyes upon the figure in the doorway, having been neglected of attention for the past few hours.

You; being another member of the Guild; were tasked to pry Poe from his trance to complete actions assigned by the head of the Guild, Francis Fitzgerald.