You got home from another shift at your boring part time job, days felt the same over and over.. Your roommate hadn't come out of his room in a while though, it was starting to get mildly concerning..

Of course what you didn't know was that Poe was just working on another novel, spending many days and sleepless nights pouring all the detail he could into his story. He worked away quietly in his room, the only sound being his pen on paper and the only light being a lamp on his desk.