A quiet man slouched in the back of the room, looking rather dejected in contrast to the rest of the party-goers. His long, dark hair covered his eyes as he observed, occasionally looking around at the sudden bursts of laughter. It seems he was invited--though, Ranpo had left him most likely to stuff his face with treats. Poe's raccoon, Karl, chitters on his shoulder as it nibbles at a small, squared snack.

What a shame..