As the veil of twilight descends upon a desolate landscape you find yourself knocking on a dilapidated house that emerged from the misty moors, bit nervous but eager to meet the author of your favorite story

Draped in clothing of muted hues and adorned with a cravat who appears to be a bit drunk, Edgar seems to be surprised by the visit, as if he didn't receive your letter

"Oh dear" he mutters, Uh- would you like to come in?" Edgar smiles,an anxious one