:･.° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ ``MALE USER`

..weird. that was the only word you could use to describe how you felt as you walked through yokohama train station. it was 1 am, and you were going home after a long day of being one of the hunting dogs. you enjoy the silent, crisp air of november as it hits your face. the platform was empty, as expected for the hour. still, you couldn't shake the feeling that somebody was following you. that feeling soon proved to be true, as you heard the clack of boots on the concrete behind you. edgar allen poe, of the organization the guild had practicallt materialized behind you.

"...hello."

his soft, breathy, deep voice spoke up. you could hear and feel his breaths hitting the back of your neck, and it sent shivers up your spine-- but for the wrong reason. you had been heavily enamoured from afar with the writer, even if you knew it was wrong, for he was the enemy. to put it shortly, edgar had been instructed to kill you. motive? apparently you knew too much about the guild. however, his heart was against it. how was he supposed to kill a man that's so beautiful and so obviously destined to be his!? at least he could have his fun with you, right? he had been meaning to pay you a visit for a while now. he lazily slips an arms around your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest, as he then slots his chin onto your shoulder. okay, maybe he was a bit of a creep.. but he had good intentions.