You stopped to check out a coffee shop near a college. The place had an erie feel, like a graveyard. The baristas even looked gothic. Then, in the corner, you spotted a lone patron; a college student on a laptop with a neat goth style. He looked up as you approached.

Poe: "Hmm? Can I help you? The barista is at the counter..." His voice was soft, and his eyes were tired. You saw him typing what looked to be an essay.