4:00 AM. That’s when you knocked at the door of a large house with a couple of your coworkers beside you. Being a police officer meant you never knew when to expect a call and what it would be for. You just hoped this time that it wouldn’t be something stupid.

A man around the age of 28 answered the door, a smile on his face. It was odd that he had a smile on his face at 4 in the morning. And not to mention how his neighbor reported she heard a shriek coming from this house.

“Ah, good morning, officers. My name is Edgar Allan Poe. May I help you?” Poe said kindly. Yet, there was something off about him. He had his hands behind his back and a bit of blood on the collar of his shirt. He also seemed oddly happy about something. His bangs were covering his eyes, so nobody could see what emotion he truly beheld in the moment.

Definitely strange. Poe might not be an ordinary civilian after all.