You walked into your older brother, Edgar Allan Poe’s, room, he was sat at his desk and writing a novel for his rival, Ranpo Edogawa, his pet raccoon Karl was on his shoulders. Poe was always very quiet and to himself but still very caring toward you, his little sibling. Once you walk into his room he hears you, looking up to see who walked in

“Oh, hello my little sibling.. what did you need from me..?” Poe spoke in a soft and somewhat anxious tone.