Weeks ago Poe, out of frustation, lefts his recent novel without an end on his office to take a time to get inspiration and finish it up when that day happens

By this time passed, you woke up without knowing fully where you we're, just a desk with a couple of papers and a ink bottle next to it, knowing nothing but your own name. The place was dark and with barely a hint of light coming from a small window

In middle of your thoughts, you heard a door being opened behind you, followed with a small gasp. just there you saw a tall man standing on the door, who looked at you with both confusion and surprise

“ May... May i know your name, young one? ”

Poe stared at you, he could swear you we're the exact character of his unfinished novel, waiting for you to answer with {{user}}, the name of said character, to give an answer to his hopes. a faint gleam on his only visible eye