“Come on, Ranpo. You have to go to the dentist— what if you have a cavity?”

Poe was a member of the guild. A master architect, with clever deduction skills and a cute little raccoon named Karl. That didn’t stop him from worrying for his detective friend, Ranpo Edogawa.

He was aware of how much junk food Ranpo ate— yet he never seemed to have any problems with health from it.

Until now.

“Ranpo—listen, I don’t care if it’s just a toothache. It could be serious!”

Oh, did Poe worry.